The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. " So saying, he pushed aside the table, and the janizary stooping down, undrew a bolt and opened a trap-door. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. I'm his lieutenant,—Lieutenant Blueskin.
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