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 was all, sir. Then she bolted like a deer towards the woods. Pore lady, she was scared to death. What is it, sir?”

But without answering he flung off after the flying Brenton. His brain was awhirl; every nerve of him was throbbing excitedly. A thousand vague apprehensions besieged him; his ears throbbed with a multitude of strange sounds. Yet through it all her message beat with singular insistence.

“I will come back again—tell him I will come back again.”

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