She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Do you hear me, Sir? Won't you stir!" "Not a step," replied Langley, gruffly. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment.
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