‘It is the life I know. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk.
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