"
"Be still!" returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with great selfpossession: "I can yet save you. But of what avail is this? You
have no execution, no finish. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. Only
I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. "
"I was sure you wouldn't injure me, Captain," remarked Quilt, in a wheedling
tone, while he felt about for his sword; "you're far too brave to strike a fallen
man. ’
She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench
of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in
thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage.
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