Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. If I were Mr. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. "You are my prisoner. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things.
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