We went our ways. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. He contrived to break off his sister's match; and this he accomplished so cleverly, that he maintained the strictest friendship with Sir Cecil. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now.
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