The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. "Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. She covered herself with her arms.
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