He was staring at her, openly gaping. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. ” “For you. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. " "You are right," replied Darrell; "the weakness is past. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it. A quick flush stained her cheeks.
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