" CHAPTER XV. 1. 9. However, I daresay that we shall come across one another before long. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. Had he been listening inside? ‘What is amiss?’ ‘That Frenchie, sir. " 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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