”
He beamed upon her. It was about—a question of what I might do or
might not do. After all, where prayer fails, a
pistol is bound to succeed. Why, then, did he touch it?
As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of
sweat under the cracked nether lip. He was smiling under his
heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. ”
A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent table
had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own
buckled sword-belt. . On the way he confessed. He spoke English with astonishing facility and
with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. ’
‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the
other girl’s volubility. ” Lucy begged. Relief flooded her.
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