And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. It will take at least three weeks. I want him as my friend. It was an impulse. Lovers' confidences should be respected. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. She thought of her costume in some detail and with considerable satisfaction, and particularly of a very jolly property dagger with large glass jewels in the handle, that reposed in a drawer in her room.
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