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The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. He drew her away from this thought. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Blueskin therefore had nothing to stop him. Jack was not half your age when he died.

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