‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock. . I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. “Is there any urgency?” The doctor bent over his patient, who seemed to have fallen asleep. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband.
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