The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. Unless he has dealings with the devil, he could never have done this alone.
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