“Mary!” He whispered loudly. Smith's melody had subsided. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. " "Conduct me to your dwelling, Sir, without further delay," said Trenchard, sternly,—"to the boy. ’ She raised the pistol.
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