" "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. “Indeed, no,” he answered. Blueskin will go with you,—for fear of a mistake. ’ She simpered, and withdrew one hand so that she might smack his fingers playfully. " As he spoke, a smile crossed Sheppard's countenance. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the road. Think, ma’am.
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