‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. “I will tell you when to stop. I thought that you were he. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. ’ ‘Do you care to test that theory?’ Gerald suggested easily. ” “Rum,” said Ann Veronica.
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