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“What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. “I am going to break a covenant,” he cried. On examining the door, he found it secured by a large rusty lock, which he endeavoured to pick with the nail he had just acquired; but all his efforts proving ineffectual, he removed the plate that covered it with the bar, and with his fingers contrived to draw back the bolt. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady.
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