The Passenger from Calais by Arthur Griffiths
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"You shall pay for this," I cried hotly. "As for you, l'Echelle, it shall cost you your place, and I'll take the law of you, Colonel Annesley; I'll get damages and you shall answer for your illegal action." "Pfui!" retorted the Colonel. "The mischief you can do is nothing to what you might have done. We can stand the racket. I've bested you for the present--that's the chief thing, anyway. You can't persecute the poor lady any more." "Poor lady! Do you know who she is or was, anyway?" "Of course I do," he answered bold as brass. "Did she let on? Told you, herself? My word! She's got a nerve. I wonder she'd own to it after all she's done." "Silence!" he shouted, in a great taking. "If you dare to utter a single word against that lady, I'll break every bone in your body." "I'm saying nothing--it's not me, it's all the world. It was in the papers, you must have read them, the most awful story, such--such depravity there never was--such treachery, such gross misconduct." He caught me by the arm so violently and looked so fierce that for a moment I was quite alarmed. "Drop it, I tell you. Leave the lady alone, both by word and deed. |
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