" "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. The particulars of her engagement were very clear in her memory. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast.
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