“It isn’t quite that we’re toys. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. He bent over to Anna at once. Then the dagger’s point came in a whirling arc towards his face. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. Winter came at the manor.
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