"
"Where does Lucy sleep?"
"In the off shed-room below. What of her?"
"Of her--oh nothing!" and Rivers paused musingly in the utterance of
this reply, which fell syllable by syllable from his lips. The landlord
proceeded:--
"Pass on, Rivers; pass on: or have you determined better about this
matter? Shall the youngster live? Indeed, I see not that his evidence,
even if he gives it, which I very much doubt, can do us much harm,
seeing that a few days more will put us out of the reach of judge and
jury alike."
"You would have made a prime counsellor and subtle disputant, Munro,
worthy of the Philadelphia lawyers," returned the other, in a sneer.
"You think only of one part of this subject, and have no passions, no
emotions: you can talk all day long on matters of feeling, without
showing any. Did I not say but now, that while that boy slept I could
not?"
"Are you sure that when he ceases to sleep the case will be any better?"
The answer to this inquiry was unheard, as the pair passed on to the
tenantless chamber.
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