simply lost all hope. "No, Sir Rowland," replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride to Saint
Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself. And she would have rushed to him, if she
had not been forcibly withheld by her son. "
"What am I to do to earn it?" asked Blueskin, with a disgusting leer,—"cut a
throat—or throw myself at your feet—eh, my dear?"
"Give me that child," returned the lady, with difficulty overcoming the loathing
inspired by the ruffian's familiarity. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. It is
your own choice, isn’t it?”
She nodded. "I am quite easy
now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured
my last prayer shall be for you.
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