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‘Do you think because you’ve managed to pull a gun on me—not to mention several daggers and a vicious little knife— that you can get away with it against a man who means business?’ ‘Do you think that the trigger I would not have pulled, or stuck the dagger into you, if you had not been as you are?’ she countered. “You frighten me!” He smiled at her indulgently. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. On the cords being removed, he made a desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and would, infallibly, have strangled him, if the keepers had not all thrown themselves upon him, and by main force torn him off. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. His hand flew across the paper. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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