Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions. Above the housetops it was different. He’s dead. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. He smiled. And she would have to go tomorrow. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. ’ Joy rose in Melusine’s bosom.
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