T. "Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. . Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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