They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. This too shall pass. Have you anything to tell me before you go?” Annabel laughed lightly. ” “That settles it. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. ’ ‘I don’t know that there is so much to tell.
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