‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. "Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. Chairs were overturned. His hands reached under her skirt. ’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath.
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