He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. ” Lucy omitted the part where she “disappeared” him. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. He then spoke with a certain fatherly kindliness of the past. "Why you wouldn't stand in the way of his good fortune surely? I'll be a second father to him, I tell you. My only love is for my poor lost son.
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