There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. Meysey Hill—never your wife. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. ‘Do that again,’ he said softly, ‘and I’ll make you sorry you ever came to England. "Come, off with it, sirrah, or I'll blow out your brains, in the first place, and strip you afterwards. ‘You make me talk, you make me talk. Thought she was a nun at first. He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti.
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