" "I will have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!" he cried, stamping the floor with rage. I must have something in hand. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. I am far too much the gentleman. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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