“Have you not missed me?” He inquired. He did everything. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. 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. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate.
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