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"No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his left foot upon it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look so stern upon Jonathan, that the thief-taker quailed before it. It was bleeding again.
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