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She was trembling a little. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer.

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