17/33 She tried to prevent him speaking before your mother, but that was all.' On the impulse of the moment I took a step towards the door; recollecting my position, I turned back with a groan. Almost beside myself, and longing for any vent for my feelings, I caught the lad by the shoulder, where he stood on the hearth, and shook him to and fro. 'Speak! think! invent something!' But he shook his head. At that very moment, however, relief came--came from an unexpected quarter. The door opened and the leech entered. |