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Little by little, she stopped hating him. “No, don’t interrupt me. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. As Leonardo had himself pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them away? ‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of an English lady. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. CHAPTER XVII After the Ten Commandments have been spoken, conscience becomes less something inherent than something acquired. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished. Earles watched her anxiously. The watch was again consulted. Such was the terror inspired by Wild's vindictive character, that few durst face him who had given him cause for displeasure. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut.
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