’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. He smothered a laugh. Recovering herself, Melusine tucked the weapons out of sight, down into the deep holsters hidden under the petticoat of her riding habit, and went back into the house where Martha awaited her in some impatience. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified.
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