Stanley, at the door. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind you don't get into further mischief.
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