‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. There were moments when Ann Veronica rather more than suspected the chief speakers to be, as school-boys say, showing off at her. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough.
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