ToC
Monday, the 31st of August 1724,—a day long afterwards remembered by the
officers of Newgate,—was distinguished by an unusual influx of visitors to the
Lodge. But the relief
from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon
her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing
words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him,
Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. She thought
of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many
troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts,
of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of
Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. ’
‘Eh bien, it is your fault entirely in this case. What's-your-name?"
"Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I
suppose. ‘Is it such a terrible
prospect? I will take care of you—as long as you obey me.
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