He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. “But your sister,” he said. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them.
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