It must be some
days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities
presaged illness. And he liked her. The
doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. “But I am your husband,” he said. It was
a simple wish. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the
sort. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him,
and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. One of her duties, after she
had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going
to bed. A piece of
seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. This horrible piece of deformity, who acted as drawer and cellarman, and was a
constant butt to the small wits of the jail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of
Newgate. Analysis would come later, when the primitive
conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action.
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