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Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Let us part in peace. I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen.
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