My nerves were in rags. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly.
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