Expiation. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the
infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’
His answer was in their faces. ’
‘Only because you did not tell me entirely the story? That is silly. He smiled. But Bess could
scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on
Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust
herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. Bah. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not
seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no
blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. "On Friday," he replied. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the
street. The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. Ennison kicked it away with his foot. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little
excitement. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. The Hospital St.
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