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Chapter 8
 A last time he climbed to the floor above the shop. If only she wouldn't act up. A serious thing, this he had done. Big Belt felt that he had rushed matters, possibly treading upon a host of delicate and incomprehensible affairs. But, when he had found in Colonel Hartz a man to make action of his words, he had ....  
Peter was asleep. The woman came forward noiselessly, offering her hand. By her face he knew that all was well with the patient. Boylan had to resist the of Peter's passing from his life. This had so far prevented his voice from to the woman. It was now evening.
 
“I've done what seemed best,” he began in a whisper. “It appears to have what I set out after, but it's likely a ruffian's way—”
 
Her gray eyes widened, her face .
 
Big Belt cleared his throat. Whispering was difficult.
 
“I met an old friend who made possible your remaining here. He's to send you into the country—as soon as the young fellow is able to be moved. You are to take care of him there. You see, my friend happened to be second in command here at Sondreig, and he thinks he can make all concerned forget that you were picked up from the in Judenbach—”
 
“Can make Sondreig forget that?” she wh............
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