"Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. We shall be equally matched. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. I have now settled my affairs, and made every preparation for my departure to France, where I shall spend the remainder of my days.
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