" "And I shall put Blueskin on the alert against the designs of a traitor," rejoined Smith, in a tone that sounded like a menace. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. Fifty sent home. Not I. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. So dreadful were these shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who shrank out of sight.
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