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THE ISLE OF SEVEN MOONS
"Why, this little affair of yours would send you over the road for a pretty long stretch, if not to the chair."
"Not murder!" groaned the boy. MacAllister maintained an eloquent silence, but "Ay tank so," again muttered the Swede, and the old man:
"May God have mercy on yer soul!"
The doubtful benison echoed in his ears as he stole through the shadows up to the great house on the hill.
