"I have saved the executioner a labour, by cutting his throat," replied Blueskin. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ’ ‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly.
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