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‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. ‘It is, you understand, that Monsieur Charvill did not—how do you say in English?—having an eye to an eye—’ ‘Didn’t see eye to eye with the Vicomte Valade? That I can well believe. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes.
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