Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches. ‘Then he went stark staring crazy, if you ask me. ‘You said she was beautiful. Burn your palette and your easel. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. The woollen-draper looked at his watch.
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