“Want to see my fangs?” She asked. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. There was a case, or something, some years ago. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood.
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