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So you are Prudence Remenham. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her.
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