He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. "Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. They would be partners only in loneliness. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. She was quite unconcerned. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared.
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