“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. “Please forgive me, Lucy. ” Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate.
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