D'ye hear. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly.
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