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Where he was to be carried or what was to be his fate Ernest could not conjecture, nor did he speculate much. It was enough for him to know that he was in the power of one of the notorious outlaws.
There was considerable difference between his appearance and that of the man at his side. He was silent and depressed, while James Fox, for it was he