They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van. " "Two can play at that game, my blood," replied Sheppard, rising, and putting himself into a posture of defence. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. Something in his tone pinched her heart. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved. The ladder was now within reach.
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