There is Mr. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?" "Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. Majorities, right or wrong, dare not revolt.
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