I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. 1724 THE PRISON-BREAKER. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. ’ She drew a heavy breath. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify.
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