She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. Not a word passed between them. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. “I may seem unduly— anxious. “Listen,” she said.
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