“I wonder—I
wonder if we shall ever get like that. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by
no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor
addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and
ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and
without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced
his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest
dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should
terminate his sufferings. —What do you know of Thames?—
Where is he?"
"Don't agitate yourself, dearest girl," rejoined the woollen-draper; "or I shall
never be able to commence my relation. What was it she had
expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. They almost made me
feel like they were mine. . It was not
a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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