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Then it dawned. "They imagine their work is done. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. Blueskin drew the knife across his throat a second time, widening and deepening the wound; and wrenching back the head to get it into a more favourable position, would infallibly have severed it from the trunk, if the officers, who by this time had recovered from their terror, had not thrown themselves upon him, and withheld him. The knowledge breathed into her heart a satisfying warmth. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration.
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