Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been told about the ball, because you haven’t. But, feeling secure of vengeance, he determined to abide his time. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. She forced herself not to think of John. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. . He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows, when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. Imbecile. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. . He will be hanged—hanged—hanged.
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