‘It’s a pretty name. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. He said daring things with a grace which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some eloquent but silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards him. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. ‘You keep a-hold of him,’ Trodger ordered his men.
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