They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ’ Sheer exasperation made Gerald release her as he broke into reluctant laughter. ’ Much to Melusine’s chagrin, Gerald folded his arms and leaned back, as if wholly at his ease. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other.
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