“Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. With his gimblet he contrived to bore a number of holes so close together that at last one end of the bar, being completely pierced through, yielded; and pursuing the same with the other extremity, it fell out altogether. Melusine did not attempt to speak. Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to exhibit some disposition to riot. So I made haste and recovered. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead.
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