" "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. ‘You have said you do not wish to hurt me. “Please stop fighting me. ” He looked at her with white, set face. “I refuse. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away.
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