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CHAPTER XII. " In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced his foot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had been inflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards. This is your choice. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flagged floor. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram.
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