”
He stopped abruptly. "Is this her work?"
"It is," answered Thames. '—'Oh! yes we are,' says he. ”
With a little crash the pistol fell from her shaking fingers. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions
which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for
some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from
the lady. "Thames, I entreat—"
"Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. The poor wretch, driven by
desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more
beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.
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