A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. He refused to believe that Anna was not ‘Alcide. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience.
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