Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies. Suspicion was in his face. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering
unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had
rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a
smile crossed them. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent
the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and
being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. The lady reseated
herself, watching him expectantly.
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