Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. CHAPTER XXXII. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. . \" His tone was weak and conciliatory. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. The room in which he was detained—that lately occupied by the Mohocks, who, it appeared, had been allowed to depart,—was calculated to inspire additional apprehension and disgust. The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. It was clear it must be to-morrow. Mercifully, the Peters had moved to Rhode Island about six months after the tragedy.
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