” The tired woman sat still for a moment. Into the second, denominated the Bilbowes,—also a dismal place,—refractory prisoners were thrust, and placed in a kind of stocks, whence the name. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. ‘I broke in. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. Mr. But you need not fear,’ she added, shaking him off.
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