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Me spare you! you who ruinated my massa! You kite, you rook; you shall now be food for te rooks! (Snaps the pistol, which misses fire; then wrests it from him, and they both grapple with one another stoutly, when  being about to get the better of  enters, and rescues the latter.)

Villain, or desperado! keep still; for I will not quit my hold till thou art in safe custody.

Brave stranger! How shall I thank—Ha! Freemantle. (Turning away his head.)

Did you not know me? But that look of distress and displeasure! What does it mean at such a moment as this?

Do not inquire. Your own conscience will answer your question. What has been your motive for lingering about my house?

You have discovered my secret, then, and the sight of me is hateful to you.

What! you own it: the poor covering of