"Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. But I'll never part with your irons. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. “I wish I didn’t swear. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off.
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