You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ” Brendon rushed to the piano and strummed out a tune. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. ’ The lady frowned suspiciously. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast.
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