I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards.
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