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Castles in the Air

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 682    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

Estelle and I-fronting

would prese

fly together,

o?" she

he woman at your

es

row we will be married before the Procureur

s!" she

ly. "You make a dash for the door and run downstairs as fast as you can

e on the sitting-room was pushed open, and Farewell, unconsc

ry when he suddenly caught sight of us bot

rewell was a powerful-looking man, a head taller than I was. I

calm dignity, "has fru

I go to England in ord

der the protection o

nd Sons, solicit

d backwards down on to the floor, with him on the top of me, squeezing the breath out of me till I verily thought that my last hour had come. Estelle had run out of the room li

avage scoundrel, whose face I could perceive just above me, distorte

This for your interference!" he added a

r could see distinctly. It seemed as if an unbearable pressure u

nd of a long, hoarse cry, whilst the floor was shaken as with an earthquake. The next moment the pressure on my chest seemed to relax. I could hear Farewell's voice ut

had given such power to her mighty arms! Aroused from her slumbers by the sound of the scuffle, she had run to the study, only to find me in deadly peril of my life. Without a seco

o thank my plucky deliverer, I nevertheless finally struggled to my feet and fled from the apartment

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