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‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed. The Jew, who was paralysed by his companion's fate, offered no resistance, and was instantly seized. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. It was a curious sight to see how this extraordinary woman, who, it has been said, was not less remarkable for the extreme delicacy of her features, and the faultless symmetry of her figure, than for her wonderful strength and agility, conducted herself in the present encounter; with what dexterity she parried every blow aimed against her by her adversary, whose head and face, already marked by various ruddy streams, showed how successfully her own hits had been made; —how she drew him hither and thither, now leading him on, now driving him suddenly back; harassing and exhausting him in every possible way, and making it apparent that she could at any moment put an end to the fight, and only delayed the finishing stroke to make his punishment the more severe. . ‘Didn’t mean it, love. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes. She was the High Priestess. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that.
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