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Gerald frowned. ‘I try to be. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK
SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing
his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Supposing they find you
and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did
you marry her?"
"God alone knows!"
"And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with
rising anger. Instead, God had
sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the
Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the
Devil himself. There was the cottage she had
inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church
she had prayed. “More than that, he arrived to-day at the
boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a theatrical start, and
claimed me—as his wife. Here he set down the lamp, and took out a key, and as he did so
the expression of his countenance was so atrocious, that Jack felt assured he was
not wrong in his suspicions. "And will swear to it?"
"I will. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that
in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?”
“Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Luckily, they were not easily discomposed. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood
slack jawed. Answering him
was agonizing. A garrison called to
arms at dead of night on the sudden approach of the enemy, could not have been
more expeditiously, or effectually aroused.
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