If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. —'How so?' says I. Sheppard, so that if the blow had been stricken she must have received it. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. 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. ‘Yes, I know. Wood," observed Jackson, in a slightly-sarcastic tone.
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