I swore I would
bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such
distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of
misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as
his father. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came
“growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme
seriousness. Wood at Dollis Hill, was assaulted and half-killed
by a party of ruffians, headed, he swore, by Mr. ‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm
you when you heard of it. On the next morning—Sunday—the day
on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the
Harrow Road. It was not the
type of household where one could come and go at all
hours, for this she was glad. “I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. "Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing
a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. ”
Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a correctly
garbed waiter, threw open the door. I’ve more than twice your strength and at least ten times
your cunning, when it’s needed.
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