CHAPTER XII. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. ‘No, for you had your own selfish plans already made, that is now seen. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game. There was nothing to be got out of the man. ’ She raised the pistol. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. What right had she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. "I must go. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her. ’ ‘Undoubtedly,’ Gerald agreed.
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