And the fences are down for good. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense.
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