" "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. There is no poison that would affect her. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. He was so seldom wrong. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. ’ Gerald grinned.
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