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"He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Wood, who had worked herself into a passion; "and, I'll warrant 'em, the boldest robber among 'em shall repent it, if he comes across me. Scarcely any one entered Mr.
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