She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. “I confess it. As for loving you, I do. He knew me, Nigel. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood.
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