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. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream. “You do not know what such a relation means. I’ll mention it. "It is important not to slay him. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. This structure at once satisfied him as to where he stood. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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