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"His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. ‘Wait, Jacques! I will find the way to open this. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. “What made you marry him? What made you
leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your sister exchange
identities?”
“There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel,” she said, with a nervous little
shudder. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. "
"Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the
words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or
unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. Annabel
Pellissier was not like the others, he said. And I have
made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured
nephew. ’
‘True enough,’ nodded Martha sadly.
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