“I might go home, I don’t know. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. " "What the devil's in the wind now, Captain?" cried Blueskin, in astonishment. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop.
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