One OUGHT to want to please her. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. A large body of the constables of Westminster next made their appearance, the chief of whom entered the Lodge, where they were speedily joined by the civic authorities. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. If he had eaten food, this wouldn't have happened. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. "I have sworn to see him hanged," he said, "and nothing shall keep me away— nothing, by——.
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