’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. "My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. ’ Kimble frowned direfully, staring at the weapon with its gold hilt and decorative pattern down the blade.
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