"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. You want to think for a time, to be free for a time. I'll knock off at tea. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. When she spoke, her lips twitched. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation.
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