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"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. . The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. I've a child here whom I wish to convey across the water without loss of time. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. "Dead!" echoed the boy.
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