“Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. After the usual laconic greetings, he drew him on one side. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. ‘What a fate he finds for me. .
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