" "Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he concluded his narration. ’ ‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent. Ireton, was appointed to the office, stood with a hammer in one hand, and a punch in the other, near the great stone block, ready to fulfil his duty. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. That’s where you go wrong. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before.
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