“You haven’t seen him in three hundred years?” He asked. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. ’ Gerald tutted. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs.
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