I have to see if you carry any more weapons. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. She could think of nothing more to say. And there," he added, placing in his hands a heavy bag of money, and a pocketbook, "is a sum little short of fifteen thousand pounds. “Please forgive me, Lucy. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. " "Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins.
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