The inside was empty except for an infant, which from a distance looked utterly normal. Our ideal had fallen. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. ’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance.
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