It was now a quarter past twelve. 8. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. Lucy wore it every day from then on. What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. ” He paused with a sense of ineptitude. ‘Don’t concern yourself. He was in the house with his mother. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. I have said good-bye to it all. 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. "'And thine eye shall not pity,'" said her father, in a tone of rebuke, "'but, life shall be for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.
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