She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. Ann Veronica took off her jacket and sat down in the corner chair, and leaned forward to look into the great hazy warm brown cavity of the house, and Ramage placed his chair to sit beside her and near her, facing the stage. She would be haunted by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the next hundred years. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat.
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