He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back.
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