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The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. There you will be, in an inner temple. “Annabel;” he moaned. He smiled. This girl was strong and vital: how would she take it when she learned that she had cast her lot with a fugitive from justice? For McClintock was certain that Spurlock was a hunted man.
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