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‘Looks like it. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. I did not know what God had in mind then. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. ‘Must be another of her lies. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle.
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