I beg that you will consider me your friend. Hoddy, what made you do it? Whatever made you do it?" "God knows! Something said to me: Take it! Take it! And … I took it. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. " "Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I don’t.
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