Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. “You’d have to think how to get in between his bones. 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. "Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think about him, and fail to get away from him? “It isn’t all of me. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless. " The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very different description, bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she ran out of the room.
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