‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose.
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