"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. In a moment his grasp grew weaker. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. "I'll tell you why," he said. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the alley of mauve and purple. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. "No!" she cried.
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