"He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. ’ She was seized by two strong hands and drawn close.
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