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He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. He took Diane out. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and weltering in his blood. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. " Ah Cum shrugged. " "No doubt," he replied. Blueskin will take care of the horses, and I'll go with you. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her.
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