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Mr. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. “Lucy, that is so sad. ‘No, for you had your own selfish plans already made, that is now seen. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. I hate this part of the world. .
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