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On the outskirts of the haunted e disged and bound across the brown mare's saddle Then, as noiselessly as Indians, we entered the wood

Once within it, it was as though the sun had suddenly sunk froirth, were so closely set that far overhead, where the branches began, was a heavy roof of foliage, i, dark and sullen as a thundercloud, over the cavernous world beneath There was no undergrowth, no clinging vines, no bloom, no color; only the dark, innumerable tree trunks and the purplish-brown, scented, and slippery earth The air was heavy, cold, and still, like cave air; the silence as blank and awful as the silence beneath the earth

Theti of our hearts But coh which it crept, and following its sloindings, we at last heard a voice, and in the distanceon the earth beside that so fro no noise In the cheerless silence of that place any sound would have shattered the stillness like a pistol shot

Presently we caiant trunk, looked out on stealers and stolen They were gathered on the bank of the strea for the boat froht lay like a fallen flower on the dark ground beneath a pine She did not ress, her white garloom Beneath the next tree sat Diccon, his hands tied behind him, and around him my Lord Carnal's four knaves It was Diccon's voice that we had heard He was still speaking, and noe could distinguish the words

"So Sir Thoht there to that tree under which you are sitting, Jacky Bonhomme" Jacques incontinently shifted his position "He chains him there, with one chain around his neck, one around his waist, and one around his ankles Then he sticks roan of ad, before his very eyes, a grave,--shallow enough they make it, too,--and they put into it, uncoffined, with only a long white shroud upon hirave You're sitting on it now, you other Jacky"