She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. A dissipated, loose-living man. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. ’ ‘Entirely English,’ said Gerald as one making a discovery. Neither combatant could use his sword; and in strength the fugitive was evidently superior to his antagonist. My own impression is that he already knows.
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