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Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. "She has fallen into the villain's hands. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands.
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