" "Faix, then we'll do it in style," cried the fellow. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. He looked at her with an expression of comical despair. It was Blueskin. For a space he rode the whirligig. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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