"What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. " "Nor any one else in his senses," rejoined Wood, with a laugh. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. “It is intolerable that you should be followed about by such a creature.
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