"Leave me, Sir; I insist. —Strype's Stow. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience.
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