"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations.
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