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" "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. At least I can give you a glimmer. Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet: ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. Michelle answered the door. Their duty was to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips and truncheons. "No, I don't. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth.
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