It was a brief solitude, however. " "I can at least, protect myself," replied Wild, with, provoking calmness. "The gen'l'man'll be here directly. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn.
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