It’s all right. I should think, Anna,
that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the
melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. . Just
because I attempt to seek the worst of men to kill, it
doesn’t make it right. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the
musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. It had been
cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced
his heart. Perhaps Gerald was not as
clothheaded as he had thought. It was the incendiary intellectuals
of the bourgeoisie, with their militant ideas of revolution, who had raised the
populace to a pitch of violence resulting in cases of wholesale slaughter—such
as had overtaken the Valades. He wore a French military
undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his
attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of
distinction. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. She
looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood
and saw that several of his fingers were missing. "
"Aye," said McClintock, in a tone so peculiar that it sent
Spurlock's glance to his plate.
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