But this plan
(probably from its danger) was instantly abandoned; not, however, before her
momentary hesitation had been taken advantage of by her pursuers, who,
redoubling their efforts at this juncture, materially lessened the distance between
them. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad
stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the
inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind
knocked out of him. She
felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat. It had her raven locks,
her pouting lips. "
"Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard," answered Blueskin, sulkily. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. The unequal battle went on. She recoiled.
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