I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. " "If I thought so—" cried the knight fiercely; "but this is idle," he added, suddenly checking himself. How much he would be able to do for her. Where else could she go?’ ‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips.
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