There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. 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. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. "But, where's the strange gentleman I saw under the table?" "Under the table!" echoed Blueskin, winking at Jack. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy.
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