Capitolo 43
pain.
"My child! my child!" her Mrs. Sheppard exclaimed, while dressing again wicker from the
adjacent room. "Where is it?"
"Is it the mother of this child?" asked the person that first it had
spoken, while addressing her/it Mrs. Sheppard.
"I am--I am!" the widow cried, while grabbing his/her child, and pressing him/it to
his/her breast with abducted delight "God is thanked, I have found him!"
"We have both the good reason to be thankful", it added the lady, with great
emotion.
"'Sblood!" Jonathan cried that you/he/she had listened to the precedent
conversation with angry wonders, "I have been done here exactly. I shock that me
was to divide with my lantern! But I will put soon me to place. What I have!
lights! lights!"
And, shouting as he went, him flung him down steps.
"Where will I fly?" exclaimed the lady, puzzled with terror. "Them
it will kill me, if theirs find me, as they would have killed my husband and
child. Oh God! my edges fail me."
"Makes an effort, Mrs." her Mrs. Sheppard as a storm he/she cried of furious
bawls echoed from under, and torches were sights slope the steps;
"they is coming!--they is coming!--flights!--to the roof! to the roof."
"No", the lady cried, "this room--I remember--you/he/she has a back window."
"It is closed", Mrs. said Sheppard.
"It is open", the lady answered, while dressing again wicker toward him, and jumping
through the result.
"Where is it?" Jonathan thundered that to this moment it arrived Mrs.
Sheppard.
"You has flown on steps", the widow answered.
"You lie, hussy!" Answered Jonathan, rudely pushing her/it apart as her
vainly endeavoured to oppose his/her entry in the room; "she is here.
Hist!" weeping him, as a cry was heard from without. "Of G--! she has
his/her grip failed."
There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only from some weak
moans.
Mr. Cecil that with Rowland and some other ones you/they had entered the room dressed again wicker
to the window with a torch.
He contained down the light, and a moment made later a sign with a,