"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. " "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Even now I do not understand. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels.
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