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‘Kill him? Oh. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. "Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I think he's called. . She held out her hand for it, but Gerald smiled.
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