Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. ‘Come on. “And you brought her a man, I presume. "I was at Tyburn. ” The hand lingered too long. It was open. He had very nearly cleared the board, when a knock was heard below, and descending at the summons, he found his two janizaries. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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