"A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head. What’s that?”
They both stood listening. Wearied at
length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he
threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to
compose himself to slumber. He made his speech a little
elaborately. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses
was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the
scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed
with admiration of his appearance. Knew something was up. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the
grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s
walls. He was carelessly dressed, and there were
marks of unrest upon his features. From a bi-secting street came shouting and
music. "I am—I am!" cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it to her breast
with rapturous delight "God be thanked, I have found it!"
"We have both good reason to be grateful," added the lady, with great emotion.
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