Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. ’ ‘A French ghost?’ ‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had rejoined, his tone affronted. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. Ah Cum had no business taking him into the city last night. Find your man, that’s the rule. Something in her lack of embarrassment irritated him. ‘Very.
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