“Where am I?” he muttered. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. “How dare you!” she panted, with her world screaming and grimacing insult at her. The knife is at my breast. . "I alone am to blame. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. ” For a moment she was grave.
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