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’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. "No," answered Jack, approaching her, "though, if I had done so, he would have merited his fate. The white cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. Now keep still. Only that I was prevented by one of those soldiers that caught me in the big house. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark.
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