They have starved like dogs! Their prison is
their tomb!"
"Compose yourself, Mr. Dumont," said Mr. Faxon; "your soul is still free
from the heavy burden of such a guilt. Dalhousie and his wife live."
"You lie, canting hypocrite! No mortal arm can save them. They have been
eight days in my slave jail. Here are the keys," gasped Jaspar, drawing
them from his pocket.
"You shall see; I will call them," said Mr. Faxon.
Dalhousie and his wife, followed by Uncle Nathan and Pat Fegan, entered
the room.
Jaspar fixed his glaring eyes upon those whom he supposed were rotting
within the precincts of his Inquisition. His power of speech seemed to
have deserted him, and he shook all over like an aspen-leaf.
To Jaspar alone on the estate was the secret of Dalhousie's imprisonment
known. He had not approached the jail, and if any other person was aware
that it had been undermined, they had not communicated the fact to him.
As the last party entered, Dr. Vaudelier turned to look upon the new
comers. Starting suddenly from his chair, he approached them, and gazed
with earnestness into the face of Delia.
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