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‘Monstrously unfair of you, Hilary. " And he raised his arm with the intention of executing his purpose, when a ball from Jack's pistol passed through the back of his hand, shattering the limb. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. The wings stopped. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. There was a black fear in his heart. Wood with the circumstances, and putting him upon his guard against the possibility of an attack.
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