human
Jove! what a wretch--I mean Stone; for the man Lang was simply his tool. Gad! I shall exercise a treble amount of will-power to get well, and out of their clutches, and back to dear old Toronto. 'Out of every evil comes some good,' they say; though, in my case, not much; in Sarah's, yes, for you have given me a tonic, Jones. From this moment I am determined to recover.
gpt
That's right; be brave, sir, and you'll pull through right smart,
human
Yes, bear up, Mr. Cole, she said, trying to smile, as she seated herself on the bedside, taking his poor, worn hands into her own, warm with vitality.
gpt
But Silas has not given you a bit of good news--that the happiest part of our lives is to come, for from to-day, we pass them together!
human
Yes, said Silas, coming beside her, laying his hands on her shoulders;
gpt
I am glad you are together, and happy. Yours is a blessed union. God help me to health and strength, that I can free myself of _her_ presence, he cried imploringly.
human
Sarah, I have a fancy--it may be a dying one, heaven knows--it is to see a likeness of Pearl Villiers, the girl I was, by right, to have married.
gpt
Here she is, poor dear,
human
How strange! how like her! only older, and more careworn. Sarah, I have seen a face like this three or four times on the other side of the water; the face, too, strange to say, haunted me; a nice, good face, rather than pretty; but if the careworn, troubled look was gone it would have been pretty. Yes, the same features; small, pale, and regular.
gpt
And with fair hair and slight figure?
human
Yes,
gpt
You and your husband are going to America, you say. I am going, too; _when_ I get well. You might meet me there, if you can't wait for me, he said, wearily;
human
Letters were here to meet you, sir?
gpt
Then the sneaks have read and kept them,
human
Perhaps I should not have told you, sir; but I don't like you to think your friends have forgotten you.
gpt
You do me no harm, Sarah, by your eye-openers. Wrath is a good tonic; tell me if you know what postmark was on them.
human
Here are some envelopes I picked up from the grate the morning they sent me away.
gpt
Yes, they said their letters would be here to meet me. This is quite plain, from Will Smith; this I can scarcely decipher; but it's--yes, it's Mrs. Gower's writing; and this from a namesake of yours, Mr. Jones. Ah, it's good to see even these scraps. I could preach sermons on the wickedness of my jailers, he said, weakly,
human
How dare you enter my roof! it is more than flesh and blood can stand,