Brendon went for the doctor,” Anna answered. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Nothing else matters. "Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat.
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