Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. "He seems infatuated about the lad," observed Wild. ” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. Everything was going to hell. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!" "Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. One thing may be a necessary collateral of the others.
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