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On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. " As he said this, a slight noise was heard without. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat.
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