Well, kill me. She leaned back in her chair. "If any one's to blame, it's me. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood.
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