" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. "If you two loved each other," went on the doctor, "there would be something to stand on—a reason why for this madness. Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet: ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. " "Beat out their brains, you mean," rejoined Blueskin with a tremendous imprecation; "no half measures now, Master. As the night advanced, Mr.
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