On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. Now when I tell you exactly the truth, you will also not believe me. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. I knew where I would go next: Florence. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. She made me over. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha! ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough.
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