As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. Marvel. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows.
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