Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself.
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