"I would have done more, if necessary. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. "I am very wicked," she said. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. His friendship seemed a thing worth having.
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