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The Devil’s Own

CHAPTER XXXII
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There were groans at first and cries.

Some Indians crept in through the door and dragged out a few who lived.

But with the coming of darkness all sounds ceased and such silence was even more dreadful than the calls, for help.

Oh, I cannot tell you," and she clung to me, her voice breaking.

"I--I dared not move for hours, and then, when I did try, found I could not; that I was held fast.


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