Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. Presently he heard her voice. " "I will carry you to the house, or fetch Mr. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. " "What am I to do to earn it?" asked Blueskin, with a disgusting leer,—"cut a throat—or throw myself at your feet—eh, my dear?" "Give me that child," returned the lady, with difficulty overcoming the loathing inspired by the ruffian's familiarity. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers.
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