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46 "Why, this little affair of yours would send you over the road for a pretty long stretch, if not to the chair."

"Not murder!" groaned the boy. MacAllister maintained an eloquent silence, but "Ay tank so," again muttered the Swede, and the old man:

"May God have mercy on yer soul!"

The doubtful benison echoed in his ears as he stole through the shadows up to the great house on the hill.