‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. She possessed it, astonishing fact! She had summoned this energy so continuously during the past four weeks that now it was abiding; she knew that it would always be with her, on guard. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace.
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