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Where have you hid him? Give him to me. You shall not kill him; no-- no--no! I say you shall not hurt him! Warren! Warren! 'tis Sansuta calls. Murderers! He never injured you. Take nay life--not his! Warren! Warren! Oh, do not keep him from me. See, that is his blood upon your hands--his eyes are closed in death! It is you, wretches, that have murdered him. No, no--stand back--I would not have you touch me whilst your hands are red with his blood. Back! back! I will find him!--No, you shall kill me first!--I will find Warren Rody! Help, help! save me from his murderers!