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Speak lower. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. Among the commercial enticements McClintock found a real letter. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner.
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