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"Blythewood," said Mr. Tuke, "twould be a rare thing could we light on this bogle-gem -- succeed where a whole troop of cut-throats had failed -- and bribe Luvaine to sanity thereby. But, I confess, it strikes me hard that I am to serve meanwhile as whipping-boy to his rueful worship; to know him warm in his blankets, while the vermin overrun my estate o' cold nights for a treasure he hath lost."
"Tis the fortune of battle, Tuke, and like cryin' ‘God bless his Majesty!' for the favour of a bayonet-thrust under king's button."