The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. She bounced onto her bottom. The man looked hard at him. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. "You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian.
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