Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. ’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. You're a queer lad. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman.
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