His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. "Something's wrong. Very good. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. He would condemn her to the vengeance of the mob all for refusing to marry him. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child.
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