I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me. Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. "That's a good story, lad. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant. ‘If you’ll have the goodness, missie, to move yourself out of the way,’ he said aggrievedly, ‘and let us at him, we might have a chance of doing just that. You disgust me. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her.
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