" "Better she die by her own hand, than by that monster's," cried Jack, brandishing the bar. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations.
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