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“I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. Earles waiting. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. “No, I’d like to. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat.
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