" "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. " "Ah, yes; that's all very well. " "I'll not go," answered the other. ” “Yes. I think you are hard. I might have known it. " "Wretch!" cried Jack, raising his hand in a menacing manner, "your triumph will be short-lived.
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