There was a stain of wine upon her dress. Wood heard the cry. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. ’ ‘Indeed? Interesting. I do not blame you for the act. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female.
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