The night was now profoundly dark. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. . He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. ” She looked at him with curious eyes. " "'No doubt,'" said Wood, who had again turned over the leaves of the sacred volume—', "no doubt this man is a murderer, whom, though he escaped the seas, yet vengeance suffereth not to live'.
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