While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. I was worried. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action.
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