He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. They want some fun, and there isn't any. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this unexpected means of escape. In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,—"Mr. Fired with wrath, Spurlock recounted the Canton episode. I won't give him a chance.
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