"Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt.
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