Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. 214 < 27 > REVELATION IN THE CORNFIELD “This is my favorite thing. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. Either that or some other person also obtained admission here and shot him, and that person is either still upon the premises or escaped without your notice. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to return to his own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it to the present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object.
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