" "Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so generally known. “Dear John,” she whispered. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern.
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