Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. . ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. Not fit to be dust on your boots.
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