Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. Blood, they say, won't come out. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. In fact, Gerald had given order to the coachman to drive out of Golden Square and then stop around the corner. It's your eagerness that bothers me. I hate this part of the world. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror.
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