Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. It was instantly answered by the deep note of St. Thames Darrell III. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. Take, if you please, your own pistol.
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