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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XIX
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So speak, Madame, and plainly, for our comforting,--was that flesh and blood, or was it some ghastly visitant from the unknown ?" "I believe," she answered firmly, "it was human.

To my eyes a wild man, partially arrayed in white skins, decorated with a multitude of great feathers, appearing ghastly tall, and weirdly distorted in the moonlight--a fiend, indeed, yet not of the upper air." "An Indian ?" "I know not what other name to choose.

A savage surely, yet possessing a skin strangely fair in the sheen for one of the red race." My roving, unsatisfied eyes met those of De Noyan.
"Blessed Mother!" he ejaculated with a short, uneasy laugh.

"I never would have thought it in the night.

Holy Saints preserve me, if I was ever more a child! Yet now the dawn brings me new heart of courage, and I would not swear but Eloise may be right." "And you, friend Cairnes ?" In a few, brief English sentences I retold to the sectary this opinion expressed by Madame.


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