And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. . ‘Why, that’s it. They have rescued the child.
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