They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. She gurgled. Ennison’s acquaintance. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite.
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