Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. . “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. For you say that you swim.
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