Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. That would be an unkind twist of fate. Then he paused. The only circumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. ” “Sure thing, kid.
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