"Not a syllable," replied Wild. “He wants to settle something on you, I
believe. “You’ve got to take the decent reasonable way. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. At least for one
moment, it was. ”
Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing
insane, ignited by what he had already donated. "Shotbolt! by—" cried Austin, as the captive was dragged forth. ‘If you shoot me,’ Gerald said quickly, throwing out a hand, ‘I shan’t be able
to rescue you. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same. 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.
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