This time she tried to kill me with a dagger. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. It was a moment of breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. He began to think of speeches, very firm, explicit speeches, he would make. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life.
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