Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. He was like a man beside himself. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse.
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