’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. E. Gerald’s breath caught.
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