‘Here you, Pottiswick. Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. Sir John followed me to London and married me. I can’t help you a cent.
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