‘What you can do, Lucy, rather than make enquiries, is introduce me to this comte and comtesse. "Is it poison?" she asked. You'll find the benefit of it by and by. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in almost equal measure. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now.
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