The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. Jonathan stepped behind a curtain. The arrest of this person is of consequence to me. ’ Roding gave him a look of respect. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. Like most officers, he’d had it especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument of defence.
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