"
"Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some
highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. He was Julian five years younger,
the spitting image. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. "Oh, God! would you take him from me?—
would you murder him?"
"His father's name?—and he is free," rejoined Rowland, holding her arms. I’m right again now. ‘Home?’
‘To your family. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. That would be him. Left to Capting Roding, as he told me
hisself, you’d be in prison this moment. The girl is in it as deeply
as he is. ”
She paused again. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again. It is enough to make
a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to
make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence.
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