" "You believe it, father?" "From the bottom of my heart. Every moment or two he bent over his patient. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. Capes and her father stood up, and her father made a belated movement toward the curtain. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them. Sheppard. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. Sheppard had been confined, Blueskin discovered a trap-door which he had not previously noticed. Why, he can scarcely be twenty.
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