" With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened. ’ ‘Truly?’ Melusine said excitedly. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. His tone was kind and sympathetic. Prudence shook her head. She could not say to Michelle that the Vorsack house had more than just a little tinge of “bad”. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. ‘Can’t see a thing. " Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan.
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