“After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. Surely it was a dream. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ came from the lady in a furious tone, before the astonished Roding could respond. And so I'll tell you what I did —" And she burst into a laugh that froze Jack's blood in his veins.
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