You must live for me." "I will try to do so," replied the widow, forcing a smile.

"One last embrace.

I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which have placed you in such fearful jeopardy." "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction.
"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you." "Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight.

"I have nothing to forgive.

Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change of manner; and pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and at which a dark figure was standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!" "Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction.