Nor as I’ve to put up with a French spy in my parlour—’ ‘Peste, how you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently, barely taking in his complaints. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter.
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