“What are we going to do?” said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances beyond the ribbon of the river. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. The mode of destruction makes no difference.
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