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Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside. She could not stir hand or foot. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. ’ ‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. " "And leave you thus?" rejoined Jack. It was not your fault you failed. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome.
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