She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. "Sir Rowland," he added, savagely, and with somewhat of the look of a bull-dog before he flies at his foe, "if it were my pleasure to do so, I could crush you with a breath. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward.
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