" "More blood! more blood!" cried Trenchard, passing his hand with agony across his brow. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. It was not a hopeful looking group. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade.
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