" "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. ’ Melusine wrenched her wrists out of his hold and stepped back, digging into her skirts, which she had adequately prepared some days ago.
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