" "Mercy!" cried Mrs. Brendon,” Anna said. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. He tired of his popcorn and placed it under his seat. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing.
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