2. Death belongs to God, young
man. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. "Help—I'll hold him!"
"Leave her," cried Jack, darting down stairs, amid a furious ringing of bells,
—"the house is alarmed,—follow me!"
"Curses light on you!" cried Blueskin, savagely; "since you won't be advised,
take your fate. He is in the care
of those who will not leave the task assigned to them—the utter perversion of his
principles—half-finished.
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