Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. The white cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs.
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