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He looked at her, hurt. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons at Tottenham. Give up your lonely hours of work here.
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