With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips.
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