The Ragged Edge. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. No doubt that was due to his helplessness. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. “I can’t believe it. A white man takes his life in his hands.
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