Perhaps the day of her
recompense was at hand. On the cords being removed, he made a
desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and
would, infallibly, have strangled him, if the keepers had not all thrown
themselves upon him, and by main force torn him off. Do you
understand?”
“I do not,” he answered. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face,
and found him frowning. It got on my nerves—the women
I saw. Then the dagger’s point came in a
whirling arc towards his face. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. The skipper obeyed, and in another moment, they swept through
the narrow lock.
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