“Mr. Wood, "it may be poisoned. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica to the darkness; “I’ll fight it. Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. In a flash, Melusine had jumped forward and clamped it to the floor with one booted foot. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. I speak no harm of her.
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