A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. The rascal will be at work before the morning.
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