For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. He had not to wait long. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. It was intolerable to think that he might overhear words and phrases. D'ye hear. "I have killed her," exclaimed Jack, dropping the bar,—"by your advice, Thames. You have taken my dagger. My wife—killed me. " "You needn't trouble yourself," replied Thames. " "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. ” “I realize I can’t see my mom or brother again. ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity.
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