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The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. ” “Then don’t talk to me now. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands.
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