” She turned herself to one side and propped her head in her hand. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. "Take care of yourself, then," rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and advancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as you'll find. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. Melusine, intent on the luckless Kimble, did not care.
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