A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became aware, from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from the flashing of various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in the midst of the mob, he thought it prudent to come to a halt. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. Did you ever go by any other names, ma’am?” “Yes.
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