He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. More importantly, she had her wits. The pistol fell to the floor. You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. We all have to kow-tow to that. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands.
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