But, answer me. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. I got a rusty bolt cutter.
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