‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck.
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