You care for me a little, I know. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and weltering in his blood. "Of course," responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. Dump instantly complied, and as soon as Jack was removed from the sacred edifice, his person was searched from head to foot—but without success.
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