She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. “No! I want to do without that. 8. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course.
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