She tried to scream, \"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come from her mouth. She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon the flea-bitten head. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window.
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