’ ‘To be sure I do,’ said Gerald swiftly. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "From Lady Trafford's, where I took the box.
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