"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. ’ Thus adjured, but mindful of Trodger’s orders, the militiaman went down the hall backwards, his eyes fixed on the prisoner.
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