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turning his head back . Then for the first time I saw Seraphina , looking over her
father ' s shoulder . I remember her face on that day ; her eyes were gray — the
gray of black , not of blue . For a moment they looked me straight in the face ...
He turned his lanthorn upon me , in a painful yellow glare . “ What ! ' Tis the
young ' un , " he grunted , after a moment . “ Read the warrant , Thoms . " My
captor began to fumble in his pocket , pulled out a paper , and bent down into the
Hallo - 0 - 0 . " An echo stole back , “ Hallo ! Hallo - oo ” ; then a number of voices
. The horse stood , drooping its head , and the man turned in his saddle . “
Runners , ” he shouted , “ Bow Street runners ! Come along , come along , boys !
Blindfold ' em , lads , ” he cried , and turned me sharply round . “ Don ' t struggle ,
” he whispered in my ear ; his silk handkerchief came cool across my eyelids . I
felt hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head . “ You ' re all right , ” he ...
Ralph remembered , tooror I remembered for him , that he had estates and an
agent in Jamaica , and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London
road to write a letter to his agent bidding him house me and employ me as an ...
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