She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy.
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