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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Valley of Fear"

"You never
said a more welcome word."
"For God's sake, Jack! Oh, for God's sake!" cried poor,
distracted Ettie. "Oh, Jack, Jack, he will hurt you!"
"Oh, it's Jack, is it?" said Baldwin with an oath. "You've come
to that already, have you?"
"Oh, Ted, be reasonable--be kind! For my sake, Ted, if ever you
loved me, be big-hearted and forgiving!"
"I think, Ettie, that if you were to leave us alone we could get
this thing settled," said McMurdo quietly. "Or maybe, Mr.
Baldwin, you will take a turn down the street with me. It's a
fine evening, and there's some open ground beyond the next
block."
"I'll get even with you without needing to dirty my hands," said
his enemy. "You'll wish you had never set foot in this house
before I am through with you!"
"No time like the present," cried McMurdo.
"I'll choose my own time, mister. You can leave the time to me.
See here!" He suddenly rolled up his sleeve and showed upon his
forearm a peculiar sign which appeared to have been branded
there. It was a circle with a triangle within it. "D'you know
what that means?"
"I neither know nor care!"
"Well, you will know, I'll promise you that.


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