Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. He flew to the window, and would have passed his sword through the thief-taker's body, if the latter had not quickly interposed the person of Mrs. . "What is it?" "The night," she answered. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. She struggled fiercely not to give way. My death, probably. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
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