The hangman is always an object of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserve order. Sydney sprang up. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. " "Can I not carry you where you can obtain help?" cried Jack in a agony of distress.
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