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oe -——_— — ——— ee te eee a Oe 2 oN i3— Sa “Your son!” repeated Prim, “Ay, mine and Ellen’s; for 1 am the husband so bereaved—the father so long deprived of his paterna rights. I know that you placed him in the hands of the wretched man Sedler—the same who was after- wards hanged for an attempt upon my life, His cousin, if I err not, shared his fate.” “I know, I know; both doomed to the gallows! and by me !—by me!” “ Both have escaped the life of infamy to which you had devoted them. My boy—poor Ellen’s boy— bears a name unsullied; and his cousin (for.such I suspect to be the tie. betwaeaiths! men wko so long held. themselvda:as:brothers),. Mes is not loatlfe ni tolostedo ybute 02 bow ,'11 mud ed3 » 4 Bhienk! oGod!!: thank+-no,” geandd. ithe lawyer, “i dare not) thank Him; lest Ishould remind Bim of my sins, ahd His just wrath :conguineime ere. my task e@f 0 x9vinp \emoiess00 na iw ,bevisoe1 bed of Ellen?’ impatiently.denianded Pitzgerald: | Feet: for my agony, for the suspense and tiné:\long } igouht. at years.”’ -Vews hozeaq “Dead” replied the old: man, coldly so for the roa a8 THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. ee — HRN | a ry my . Hh ry 5. 7 tt M 4 y i i » HT Se —— =_—_ ¥ 4 / H . . 3 ~~" * oor -- _ C4 , » f => } » Sou - ae . ak, = > " | | vw eS - i] HNMR tensity of suffering had almost rendered him insensi- ble to its pangs. “Dead! all dead ! I murdered her!” His hearer sank into his chair speechless with sur- prise and horror. “* Murdered her—not like a cut-throat,” continued the usurer. “No, no; the devil was too cunning to permit me to do that. I drove her to distraction; lured her from her home; and at the instigation of a villain, and for gold—gold, which will one be poured molten on my heart—sold my own flesh arid blood !” * To, dishonour ?”. ®No, to. death f She dusiznes foi bi: gow as ste fy II thro igh the be i ew her fair, form ah ie ‘and the blood pouring ftom ber half-closed mouth, and nostrils. Thave seen it often i in my Ea I shall see it through all eter- nity.” : E Monster!" ' exclained “the agitated husband; ‘heartless mopster 1”, “ Hugh! atid + i iW Ss see ae ‘skylight ; ‘two: of ns—Moreton and, I. lag it es —- —— ee ee oe EEE A <q oe I flail and Yost ware ta Pils heatt, the. bertad iabeg | mine. Let me go home,” be added, faint coi ee iS (EO)