“You remember our first meeting?”
“Yes,” he answered hoarsely. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Instead her
point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his
grasp. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. He had seldom been more
perturbed. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’
He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. Her
elbows were ready. But how
long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of
skin and bone? Round and round she would go. Open it. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has
my boundless gratitude, and devotion. In a sense I
don’t care. "
CHAPTER XXV.
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