“You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. He was looking pale and ill. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. “Please stop, cabman,” she ordered. Sir John felt that after all forty-five was not so very old. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired.
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