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” He whispered back as he pulled
her pants and underwear off of her trembling legs. Ennison?”
“He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. A piece of old blanket was
fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. The coach in which the prisoner had been
conveyed was already broken to pieces, and the driver was glad to escape with
life. She felt like a dried-up old woman. 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. She looked at him gravely and squinted. “I’m not
sure whether we don’t rather overdo all this higher education,” he said, with an
effect of conveying profound meanings. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell—
am detained here by Jonathan Wild.
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