‘You imbecile. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. Enfeebled by his wound, Wild had lost much of his strength, though nothing of his ferocity and energy,—and fiercely assailing Blueskin, he made a desperate but unsuccessful attempt to apprehend him. "I have no sympathy," replied Prudence, "with a man who deliberately fuddles himself with strong drink. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room.
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