No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. "Set down the kid," roared Blueskin, savagely. He’s been near it once or twice already. He drew a little breath of relief. John said nothing. The sharp point of the sword at the girl’s throat bit sideways.
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