Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. She trembled; but she did not know why. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. Whoever answers them must assist me to capture your son.
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