CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. Pitt, the governor, a tall pompous personage, who, in his turn, ushered in four other individuals. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. They want some fun, and there isn't any. Come along home, Ruth.
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