“Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. ‘So it is that you could not help it. If I did not love you so much I believe I could win you by sheer force of character, for people tell me I am naturally of the dominating type. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. " "If only…. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious.
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