" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. “I doubted my luck, at least. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. I imagine that even you must realize that this is of some importance. ” He cried traitorously. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death.
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