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Jack Sheppard A Romance

Creator: Ainsworth, William Harrison, 1805-1882
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creep out at your elbow.' But I don't value that, because I think it applies to one who marries a widow with encumbrances; and that's not my case, you know." "Well, Sir," gasped Mrs. Sheppard. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. All I can say is, it's well meant; and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd given me the opportunity." "Pray come to the point, Sir," said Mrs. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed by this preamble. "I _am_ coming to the point, Joan. The more haste, the worse speed--better the feet slip than the tongue. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this:--I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. Wood, (for I never do anything without consulting my better half,) I'll take the boy, educate him, and bring him up to my own business of a carpenter." The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
The Louisa Alcott Reader: a Supplementary Reader for the Fourth Year of School

Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team THE LOUISA ALCOTT READER _A Supplementary Reader for the Fourth Year of School_ BY LOUISA M. ALCOTT [Illustration: "Lily rocked and ate till she finished the top of the little tree."]
"Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?--silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. "I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot." "So I've found out the way to move her," thought the carpenter; "those tears will do her some good, at all events. Not part with him!" added he aloud. "Why you wouldn't stand in the way of his good fortune sure_ly_? I'll be a second father to him, I tell you. Remember what the conjuror said." "I _do_ remember it, Sir," replied Mrs. Sheppard, "and am most grateful for your offer. But I dare not accept it." "Dare not!" echoed the carpenter; "I don't understand you, Joan." "I mean to say, Sir," answered Mrs. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "that if I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. I have