Let us search it. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. Jonathan had not deceived him.
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