" "You'd better take care of your mother's son instead," rejoined Blueskin. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. The bolder members in the House left their places to go lobbyward, grinning.
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