" "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. You will only make me hurt you the more. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. . He had not noticed the girl particularly when she offered the sandwiches; but in this moment he found her beautiful.
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