Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very.
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