" "It was Blueskin," observed Jack. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. ’ ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. "I have killed you," cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion of blood from her breast. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. She thought of them as fools, but had been sorry to see them go.
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