‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. After debating with himself for some time whether he should employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. "Your uncle must protect you.
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