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It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. She ought to have written at once and told him exactly what had happened.
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