“Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never take in promiscuous travellers. The only mercy you can show me is to kill me.
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