" "Graves. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. " "Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection.
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