A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ’ He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect for him had dropped sharply.
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