"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. "He is respited?" "Alas! no," replied Thames, sadly. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. I do not think you quite understand my ideals or what is becoming as between father and daughter. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house.
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