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What would be his penance, had he my cause! were he conscious of having murdered a beloved wife and darling daughter! Ah wretch! ah cruel homicide! what had those dear victims done to merit such a fate? Were they not ever gentle and obedient, ever aiming to give thee satisfaction and delight? Say, that Serafina was enamoured of a peasant; say, that she had degenerated from the honour of her race.
The wretch with that energy of purpose, which had borne him thus far in his guilty career, saw his danger, and resolved to evade the worst forms of it he rushed on one of the foremost, seized a pistol from his girdle, and his loud laugh of derision mingled with the report of the weapon with which he destroyed himself.
"Now look here," he said very quietly, as the poor wretch would have grovelled at the Parson's feet, "you was boastin' to Bill, not an hour agone, as you could stuff anything." "Don't hurt him," Parson Spettigew interposed, touching Mr. Jope's arm. "I'm not hurtin' him, your Reverence, only Eh? What's that?" All turned their faces towards the store.
But if you will still think of such a wretch as that Lovelace, never expect either friend or brother in I will now give you a copy of my letter to my sister; with her answer. Make but my case your own, my dear Bella; and suppose you were commanded to marry Mr. Yet cannot your dislike to Mr. Lovelace be greater than mine is to Mr. Solmes. Nor are love and hatred voluntary passions.
"Oh, I know it," returned he; "that wretch Angerstoff, whom I once thought my friend, has gained my wife's affections. She has been faithless to me yes, she has. They both wish I were out of the way. Perhaps they are now planning my destruction. What can I do?
TILL the wretch had done the deed, he scarcely knew that it was doing. It was a horrid, mad excitement, where the soul had spread its wings upon the whirlwind, and heeded not whither it was hurried. A terrible necessity had seemed to spur him onwards all the while, and one thing so succeeded to another, that he scarce could stop at any but the first.
Mary was petrified; but soon assuming more courage, approached the bed, and, regardless of the surrounding nastiness, knelt down by the poor wretch, and breathed the most poisonous air; for the unfortunate creature was dying of a putrid fever, the consequence of dirt and want. Their state did not require much explanation.
He saw that perhaps his only chance of life lay in remaining quiet and letting the mistake remain uncorrected. On the other hand, the poor wretch was as much entitled to life as he. "He's the hoss thief!" shrieked the tramp. "Ask him if he isn't." The leader, who had him by the collar, paused, and the words of the captive seemed to make some impression on him.
Never was a poor wretch more completely horrified. He gave up all for lost, and fancied that every moment the ship, and all in her, were going to the bottom.
"Oh, yes, yes," besought Frank; "put the ship about lie-to throw over a hen-coop, a life-buoy, for mercy's sake the poor wretch isn't fit to die," and he still struggled to free himself. "Listen to reason, sir," said the captain.
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