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The prisoner breathed with difficulty. We're two good-looking fellows, ain't we?" "Very good-looking," replied Rachel. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. I really must leave you now. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. But never mind that. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. You called yourself a murderess. He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched cheek, to Rowland. But he was wide awake. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain.
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