” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. Come along home, Ruth. "If you'll write them, I'll illustrate them," observed Hogarth. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. He leaned forward to better drink her in. Casting a hasty glance, as he was about to turn an angle of the wall, at the great gates and upper windows of the prison, and perceiving no symptoms of pursuit, Jack proceeded towards the hovel at a very deliberate pace, carefully assisting his female companion over every obstacle in the road, and bearing her in his arms when, as was more than once the case, she sank from fright and exhaustion. " "Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of? After all," he added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead.
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