I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me. He stopped short with a little exclamation of surprise. “But, forgive me, you are tired. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. This door, which was open, Jonathan locked and took out the key. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila. I give myself to you. But, if you have any particular fancy for hanging the gentleman, who chose to take the law into his own hands—and I think your motive extremely disinterested and praiseworthy—why, it's just possible, if you make it worth my while, that your desires may be gratified. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. It’s my choice, Lucy. I think that I will tell you. But she has let fall enough for me to understand that she knows about her father’s misdeeds.
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