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’ ‘Why not?’ Gerald asked straightly. ‘That is my mother. "Now's your time," cried Blueskin, struggling desperately with his assailants and inflicting severe cuts with his knife. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. “Act three. Jonathan, however, paid no sort of attention to this demonstration of hatred.
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