The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. 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. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly.
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