Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. "Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you, will thank you, bless you.
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