’ He glanced at the captain. Without Jack, it was certain that she faced danger if she went outside Golden Square. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Prudence shook her head. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible.
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