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" "Curse you!" cried Jack, furiously,—"curse you!—curse you!" "Swear away, Captain," rejoined Blueskin, coolly. " "I'm a doctor. But one must disguise oneself. " "You shall not stir a footstep. If I might take the liberty, Sir John,” he added, with a humorous gleam in his eyes, “I should like to congratulate you upon your tie. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy. His hand flew across the paper. ‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. ” Ann Veronica agreed, and tried to make the manner of her assent cover a possible knowledge of a probable poem.
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