"Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork.
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