‘André?
Que dit-il?’
‘My wife does not understand,’ said the fellow, frowning deeply. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful
arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and
chin and cheek. She parted the curtains to find him standing
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or charges. He thrust the smaller weapon
into a scabbard that hung from his belt. "I am. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. Amongst
them was a revolver. Mr. ”
“And I also,” Brendon echoed. “I wish I didn’t swear. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge.
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