Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. This is a case either of suicide or murder. You must know that. If you do not find your aunt, my people will take you under wing until you can stand on your own. Wood, I desire you'll put on your best things, and join us as soon as possible. A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. “I—I am sorry—I didn’t explain.
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