“FAIL!” she said. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. Marthe has told me that the house comes to my mother, Ma—ry Re—men—ham. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. The pistol, it was not loaded.
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