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From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. He had heard this talk before. Sheppard let fall her basket. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral.
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