I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case.
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