"I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. She forced herself not to think of John. At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail.
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