She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. " "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. " "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. For a pity, she has chosen to remain, and it has been her death. "Is she dead?" "No—no," answered Hogarth. “No!” Her thoughts had turned in a new direction. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. Her fingers rested upon his. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open.
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