" Blueskin nodded, and left the room. Very dark, like yours, ma’am. And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. ‘Don’t concern yourself. Kneebone is coming, my dear," ventured Mr. “You poor thing. \" He said. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found.
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