I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. " "Is the sloop ready to sail?" asked Wild, without noticing the skipper's remark. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. “Go it, miss!” cried one. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day. ’ Gerald’s eyes never left the girl.
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