The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. ” “I am going to ask more than a favour,” she said slowly. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. Before midnight, I'll answer for it, it shall be done. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart.
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