"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. ” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home.
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