’
‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon
she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. ”
“You remembered. ” She said bitterly. "
"From some of your associates?"
"From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. Unless it was a
jewel or locket of some kind. See how he gets on, father," he
added, appealing to Wood: "the box seems to grow under his hands. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are
my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has
been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I
have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I
have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by you. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern. Instead of which they walked sharply.
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