’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. ‘I must, for that the pig has already gone to monsieur le baron. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. ” 209 Clotilde was no fool. “I see the pointer,” she said.
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