I—In fact, I dislike him extremely. I loved her beyond anything in
heaven or on earth—to idolatry. Which is the nearest way
to the river?"
"Why, it's an awkward road to direct you," returned Jonathan. It was a gorgeous May
evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of
hyacinth and lilac. "But the past is irremediable, and I did not come hither to exculpate myself, I
came to save your life," he added, turning to Thames. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me.
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