The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. I'm his lieutenant,—Lieutenant Blueskin. " "My coat, please.
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