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A shower of sparks arose and the strong s clothes, as

Sanderson, stunned and helpless, lay across the blazing fire-place

For a ht to leave his vanquished foe to his own

fate, then he turned back What was the use? It could not right the

wrong he had done to Anna He bent over Sanderson, extinguished the

fire, pulled the unconscious man to the open door and left him

It caht of the

lake; the ice was thin on the southern shore belohere the river

eone there; suppose in her utter desolation

she had gone there to end it all? I, ran to meet cala their burden of snow, and the placid surface, half

frozen over, and on the southern shore, that faintly rippled under its

ski black

hair, and the dead eyes, open, as if in accusation of the grih the drifted snow, as fast as his spent strength

would per once or twice over some obstruction, and

covered the weary distance to the lake