"What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. She had been carrying them, he assumed, but then again the school had some particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave. I will permit you to rescue me. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons you told me about—limewash the underside of life.
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