\" He leaned at a steeper pitch. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. The decision had been sound. He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door.
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