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And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. " "Take care you don't fall into it yourself," returned Jackson, with a slight sneer. "What is your name?" To-day, however, he broke the monotony. Sheppard, relieved by their departure, and giving way to a passionate flood of tears; "were it not for my child, I should wish to be in the place of that unfortunate lady. ’ She giggled suddenly. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. "Won't you be persuaded, Joan?" he added, making a similar offer to Mrs.
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