6. I won't dig their graves with my nails. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Though the starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. " "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. I hope I may never come near her. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him.
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