Theodore Winthrop,
Edwin Brothertoft — Part III, Chapter XI
“ Mrs. Jierck Dewitt enters the glade. She sees the sleeper. She starts, and approaches cautiously. She stares, and then looks up with a great, bold smile of relief and scorn. For the sleeper is her husband. He lies dead, with a knife in his breast.“No!” hissed Jierck, dashing away this picture from his eyes. ” I’ll not kill myself to please her.”“Rum! I must have rum, or I shall go mad. The old man’s jug will be in the old place in the kitchen cupboard,” he continued.He skulked along rapidly through the woods, like a beast of prey. ”
