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St. Martin’s Summer

CHAPTER V
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Were he again to lose his temper now, there would indeed be a speedy end to him.

That much he knew, and kept repeating to himself, lest he should be tempted to forget it.
"Back!" he bade them in a voice so imperative that they stopped, and looked on with gaping mouths.

"Back, or he perishes!" And dropping the point of his sword, he lightly rested it upon the young man's breast.
In dismay they looked to the Dowager for instruction.

She craned forward, the smile gone from her lips, a horror in her eyes, her bosom heaving.

A moment ago she had smiled upon mademoiselle's outward signs of fear; had mademoiselle been so minded, she might in her turn have smiled now at the terror written large upon the Dowager's own face.
But her attention was all absorbed by the swiftly executed act by which Garnache had gained at least a temporary advantage.
She had turned and looked at the strange spectacle of that dauntless man, erect, his foot upon Marius's neck, like some fantastic figure of a contemporary Saint George and a contemporary dragon.


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