” “Not for you?” “No. I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. Suspicion was in his face. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief.
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