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‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. E. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. “Listen,” she said. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. "It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan," said Wood, in a voice of much emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays me for all I have done for you. They know only that the Valades have practised an imposture which affects all society, and some will think your adventures excessively romantic. But as she got out of the train at Morningside Park Station she had a shock.
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