On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. Think, ma’am. His literary instincts were reviving. "My stars! here's a pretty lullaby-cheat to make a fuss about—ho! ho!" "Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen," exclaimed Wood; "but, for mercy's sake don't harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother.
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