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I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. ’ For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. She was making it up. ’ ‘Charvill, then,’ Gerald concluded, unperturbed. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. And so, the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de Saint George is to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and the Hanoverian usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be made a bishop, and we're all to be—eh?" "All in good time," returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips; "don't let your imagination run away with you, my charmer.
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