"What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. ‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. ‘Never.
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