Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. "Now's your time," cried Blueskin, struggling desperately with his assailants and inflicting severe cuts with his knife. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. "One last embrace.
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