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‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. “But—your people!” she gasped. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. Supper was over. Mr. " "You don't inquire what brings Sir James Thornhill here?" said Austin.
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