"You are my prisoner. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. It was empty. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. ‘You put that thing away now, missie. But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine.
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