It’s the
rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I
have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died
last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach
you. M. The echoes of his
hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. Recollect, he's chained to the ground by a great horse-padlock, and is
never unloosed except when he comes to that hatch. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I
wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance
because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did
not approve. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. No, don’t interrupt me.
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