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The Last of the Mohicans

rendered him mute. A long, breathless silence succeeded,
during which each looked at the others in fearful
expectation of hearing the sound repeated. At length, the
blanket was slowly raised, and the scout stood in the

aperture with a countenance whose firmness evidently
began to give way before a mystery that seemed to
threaten some danger, against which all his cunning and
experience might prove of no avail.

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