Wild here presently, and I wouldn't for the world—Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of the thief-taker appeared at the wicket, "here he is. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. Hill closed his eyes.
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