"But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours.

On that night,--that fatal night,--Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart.

On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became--what I am." "On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew.
"And me," added Mrs.Maggot tenderly.
"Would I had never seen either of you!" cried Jack, rising and pacing the apartment with a hurried step.
"Well, I'm sure Winifred could never have loved you as well as I do," said Mrs.Maggot.
"_You_!" cried Jack, scornfully.

"Do you compare _your_ love--a love which all may purchase--with _hers_?
No one has ever loved me." "Except me, dear," insinuated Edgeworth Bess.

"I've been always true to you." "Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness.