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Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. The situation bothered him considerably. ’ With satisfaction, Gerald noted that her voice was hopelessly unsteady and drove home his advantage. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed. The lovers broke into passionate knowledge of themselves and each other, and then, a jarring intervention, came King Mark amidst the shouts of the sailormen, and stood beside them. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. Neither he nor Gerald chose to attire themselves in full military rig on fashionable occasions such as this. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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