Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. He’s terrible!” “Dad!” Lucy smiled at John. ” “That’s if we succeed. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away.
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