" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. Vorsack looked pale and pink. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine. But this is all different.
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