‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. It was, in his opinion, the most astonishing letter he had ever read. I followed, taking up hunting so that way I could track you, to make sure you would become well again. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader.
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