He had not had time to aim the pistol. It’s—Mrs. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating.
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