Cowering
in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck
of what she had been. Brute! Fool! To
have come to her on such an errand. . But, alas!
she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. ‘Do that again,’ he said softly, ‘and I’ll make you sorry you ever came to
England. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of
Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him
long ago. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell
on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief,
reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance
of Heaven on his own head. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to
expose the gash that had sliced across his side. But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must
try to brazen it out. It must have cut him. " And he led the way to an inner room, in
the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth.
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