Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters.
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