The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. “Then—then we can talk things out. " "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. I would speak with you.
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