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"Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. And now, Sir, have I kept faith with you?" "You have," replied Darrell. He stood back and held her shoulders. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt.
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