As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. "I say we, because Miss Rachel and I have struck up a match. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
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