” He groaned. " "Aye," said McClintock, in a tone so peculiar that it sent Spurlock's glance to his plate. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity.
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