‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. "Is it a bargain?" "Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried Trenchard passionately. They were the same. His tone was rough, almost threatening.
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