I am come to serve you. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. "Back!" he cried fiercely. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shake their trotters!" And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever.
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