“I wish you would come and see my lawyers. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. Take, if you please, your own pistol. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. “Indeed, I must implore you to return. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. I do not wish to return to Paris.
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