Gerald watched her perambulations in silence, his heart wrung. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. “Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier,” he said. "You've won your wager. “She can’t. You told me he was going back to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female.
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