[The Devil’s Own by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookThe Devil’s Own CHAPTER XI 4/25
The pistol yet remained clasped in her hand, while she stared at me as though a ghost confronted her. "Who--who are you ?" she managed to gasp, in a voice which barely reached my ears.
"My God! who--who sent you here ?" "It must have been God," I answered, realizing instantly that I needed to make all clear in a word.
"I came only to help you, and was just in time--no doubt God sent me." "To help me? You came here to help me? But how could that be? I--I never saw you before--who are you ?" I stood straight before her, my eyes meeting her own frankly.
I had forgotten the dead body at my feet, the incidents of struggle, the pain of my own wound, comprehending only the supreme importance of compelling her to grasp the truth. "There is no time now to explain all this, Miss Rene.
You must accept the bare facts--will you ?" "Yes--I--I suppose I must." "Then listen, for you must know that every moment we waste here in talk only makes escape more difficult.
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