"Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced.
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