Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. 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. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. “Please stop fighting me. "It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan," said Wood, in a voice of much emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays me for all I have done for you. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. ’ ‘That’s fortunate,’ murmured Lucilla. None at all. It is a serious accusation. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by Mrs. Dolby smiled.
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