A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever.
"Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her.
After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him.
"You must not remain here," he said. "You can render no further service to your poor mother."
"I can avenge her," cried Jack in a terrible tone.
"Be ruled by me," returned Thames. "You will act most in accordance with her wishes, could she dictate them, by compliance. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions."
After some further arguments, Jack assented to this proposal.
"Go on first with the light," he said. "I will bear the body." And he raised it in his arms.
Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. Wild had evidently discovered the body of Quilt Arnold, and was loudly expressing his anger and astonishment.
"Extinguish the light," cried Jack; "turn to the left. Quick! Quick!"