CHAPTER XXVII. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. Hilary could not have suggested such a thing. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. You are my prisoner, murderer. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. " "I can't.
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