Wood will protect you," urged Mrs. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion.
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