‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. . Once, when he thought he had done so, he smiled an ingratiating smile. Neither combatant could use his sword; and in strength the fugitive was evidently superior to his antagonist.
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