"My portrait!" echoed Jack. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which his first crime had been committed. I might have told you the truth. ‘Not if I heard him aright. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. On this side stood the instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. ToC The tragical affair at Dollis Hill, it need scarcely be said, was a dreadful blow to the family.
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