"Beat down their blades," cried the Master; "no bloodshed. "You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. ” “Two words only,” Hill repeated. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. Wood required little pressing. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank.
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