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Stooping down, he placed his arms under Jess

'O God!' she screamed, 'they are going to shoot us'

'Come now, come, come'

It was Frank Muller

All at once she seemed to yield

'You black beast!' he yelled

The ghost of the woman he had murdered in the Vaal

There appeared an extraordinary sight

'Swear not at all, cousin; your are an elder of the church'

And so she sat, like a stony sphinx

Frank Muller; A heavy sjambock in his raised hand

She looked up... then she looked down again