"No," replied Holgrave, "I cannot call your face to mind; but surely I must have heard your voice before."But Oakley went on without heeding the interruption. "What was it to the knave whether I or the flames had themand to be cuffed and threatened!but the gibbet shall not be cheated of him. Do you know they threw Harvey into the flamesI heard the shrieks of the wretch, but I could not help him, though I knew my treasure was burning with him! for I was crawling, all but suffocated, and seeking for an outlet towards the river. I heard the cry, but for an instant, and then nothing, through the long passage but the rush and the roar of the flames.""Um," said Reuben."Quite soand that's what makes me pity you," and suddenly her eyes kindled, blazed, as with her spirit itself for fuel"I pity you, I pity youpoor, poor man!"
