Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. Now there is none. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost.
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