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"Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. "But I am now coming to the point which most concerns you. ” His father said. The woman shrugged her shoulders. His figure was slight, but well-built; and, in stature he did not exceed five feet four. ’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back.
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