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As he spoke Captain Flanger toyed with the revolver in his right hand as if he intended that the weapon should produce its proper impression on the mind, and especially upon the nerves, of 275 the commander, who had continued to walk up and down in front of the table at which his dangerous associate was seated, occasionally pausing when a point was made on either side.
āļāļēāļ§āļāđāđāļŦāļĨāļāļāļĨāļēāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđāļāļĢāļĩ "I propose to appoint him executive officer of the Bronx." "I believe you have lost all the wits you ever had, Passford," said Mr. Galvinne contemptuously. Probably it was the shock quite as much as the force of the blow that brought down the steward's victim. But it was a heavy stroke, for the wood of the feather duster was split into many pieces, and the stumps of the feathers were scattered all over the table. The onslaught could not fail to be very confusing to the ideas of the intruder, and he seemed to be tangled up in the arm-chair in which he had been seated.