Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. The trio exhibited that indecisive air with which Ah Cum was tolerably familiar. The struggle was brief, and Gerald stepped aside, the pistol in his possession, while the girl Melusine stood trembling and glaring.
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