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Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. I am Jonathan Wild.
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