" "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. ’ She frowned suddenly. But let the horses be in readiness. Wood will be here presently.
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