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” She looked up at him quickly. She almost sprang to her feet. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. "No; we never had one; at least, I never saw it. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Take it, I tell you. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry. " Spurlock pointed in the sloping fields outside the walls. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four.
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