That's the worst of it." Raffles smiled as he secured a regular puttee of dust-sheeting. No blood was coming through. "I don't agree, Bunny," said he. "It's quite the best of it, if you ask me." "What, that he should die the death?" "Why not?" And Raffles stared me out with a hard and merciless light in his clear blue eyes a light that chilled the blood.
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