She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. She trembled; but she did not know why. You are doing your best to break our friendship. I'll think no more about her. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW.
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