"'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed.
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