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Ambrotox and Limping Dick

Chapter 8 THE SWINE THAT STANK.

Word Count: 1448    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

t she was nervous-a little unstrung, it may be, by the pain she had given to his brother; and Dick, with his quiescent vitality, his odd phrases and uncompromising directness of exp

ven when you don't talk-and she remembered how he had cut into

et her between the d

alone," he said; and though his self-pity wa

a stupid lump came in her throat, a

little, it won't spoil things for me as it might for a young fellow. The worl

her for a mom

added with simple eagerness, "you won't go runnin

inding speech difficult, finished with the best smile she could command, a

-though she tried to hide fr

ensity, she had first seen the day before yesterday; and although she knew nothing of Mr. Richard Bellamy's opinion of herself, and admitted in regard to he

her of possibilities and dangers; but it seemed to be not only unkind but unjust that Sir Randal's

id nothing, implied nothing, b

tten, and the

although they had never, she remembered, even shak

d, and what she would have called "an excited tiredness," and she stretched her body on the cu

s behind her. Cautiously, kept silent between fear and

es were grey; his right hand was on the open door of the safe, the left

ck the scream which was coming, until she should have tight hold of

ocking the safe, when suddenly he felt

ere on her mouth and naked neck, pushing her roughly backward until she was against the right-hand curtain and the corner of the wa

scream in spite of the double grip on her throat, he crammed a handful o

her neck," she heard him mu

all before

chair which jolted, slid and swung, and then again glided smoothly. There

and then hurt her eyes. With an effort she managed to close the lids, and as tears slowly refreshed the eye-balls

ten minutes about. When I say 'now,' down you go under

voice, which Amaryllis had heard befo

ee you in the streets of a town, fewer look at you than in the country. Yo

st time," said t

's all in the good cause. By the way, you'd better have a lo

wered the woman. "What's

'd have left her dead

amy!" said the w

ugh, I guess

t the rug which covered Amaryllis. "You gave her enou

subject," he answered. "Morphi

t saw her, she half-opened her eyes, showed her teeth between drawn lips

d at hers; and she knew it for that of Sir Randa

he woman. "Quite insensible,

aid. "You ought to know me by this time, but you always mista

answered. "What are you

lent, and the w

. I got the key. And if I hadn't been with you to-night you'd have been lagged.

ith the letter?

ring this red-haired wench of yours with us. Now that

Legarde and Morneaux, besides swearing to it themselves, would bring a dozen others, all most res

went on, with a chuckle of relish, "by the time we've shi

d the soul of Amaryllis,

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