Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. "My invitation did not extend to them.
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