"You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. . ” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came. Now keep still. And would you mind hurrying a little. ‘Then mayhap this will persuade you!’ With a scrape of steel, he drew his sword from its scabbard. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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