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She stared at his pleading face. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. ‘Talk to me another time. In spite of his shrieks, the miserable Jew was then dragged into the wellhole, and the rope being tied round his neck, he was launched from the bridge. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. “Quite alone, sir.
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