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A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. "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. "Give them what you please. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. ” “Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing.
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