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. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might
soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his
bedside. Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. For all you
might know, I might have someone watching you. “We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” he said. Few men could have done as much. So I had to buy out his interest, and it pinched me
dreadfully to do it. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard.
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