"
"I cannot consent to it," replied Sir Rowland firmly. "To be
sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay
in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least
such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether
sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you
don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his
poor father suffered. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. Her head ached with a hollow pain. "But don't wait for me,
Sir Cecil. "I shall kill her if I stay longer," muttered her son, completely terrified. “And then they are swollen up and
inflamed and drunken with matter. It slipped out—as did that “she”. ”
“But how?”
“I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going
to be a grandfather!’”
“Yes.
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