"Mine died while I was over here. His eyes never left her face. Just speak the word," he added, drawing the knife significantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to do the same by your second. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat.
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