" "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. There was one letter. Take, if you please, your own pistol.
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