" So saying, he scrambled over the rubbish, and got into the chimney. 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. Thank goodness you’ll understand. It ought never to have begun. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. Vorsack would just have to live with it. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face.
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