The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him. Austin departed, and presently afterwards returned with the two subordinate officers, each of whom wore a leathern apron round his waist, and carried a large hammer. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. “I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all days.
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