"Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. She leaned back in her chair. Take, if you please, your own pistol. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door.
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