As soon as Jack gained his legs, he perceived Blueskin lying, as he thought, dead in the plantation, with a severe cut across his temples, and while he was stooping to assist him, he heard groans at a little distance. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. “But then they would find that check endorsed in his bureau. You had better go to bed. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. You see, I’m selfish. I am come to rescue you from Wild's violence. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name.
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