. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. He drifted in and out of consciousness. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. When he returned, it was always the same. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please.
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