"You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. Perhaps you'll next inform us why you have occasioned this disturbance. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy.
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