" "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. "His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. . "The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put his threat into execution?" "What threat?" asked Jackson. "Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs.
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