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She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other.
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