“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "Take care, Jack," shouted Thames, who witnessed the occurrence; "that plank isn't properly balanced.
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