Her heartbeat quickened. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. "Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our devotion to the fair sex," said Mr. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte.
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