“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. Mr. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. Look at me. I shall still believe in you. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers.
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