It appeared he had already ordered dinner and wine, and the whiskered waiter waved in his subordinate with the soup forthwith. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled.
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