" "Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. She could not go to him when it was apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this agony did not matter—then. "I am twenty," said the girl. ” She watched his face as he traced his way through these speculative thickets. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals.
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