‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. No! That was impossible. “Please have a seat. ” Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on the doorstep. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself.
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