The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. On the cords being removed, he made a desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and would, infallibly, have strangled him, if the keepers had not all thrown themselves upon him, and by main force torn him off. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said. “By Jove!” he exclaimed.
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