Chapter
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THE girl looked at him, speechless.
"It isn't true!" she cried.
"It's not true, isn't it?" Jeffrey almost howled the words. He was mad with hate, with grief, with desire for cruel vengeance. "I'll show you whether it's not true, my lady. You're my wife—do you understand that? If you don't, you're going to."
He flung out of the cell, turning to voice his foul mind, and then the door clanged on her, and he strode out of the hall into the little house that was once the Governor's residence, and which was now the general headquarters of the Big Printer.
He poured himself out a stiff dose of whisky and drank it undiluted, and the man who had accompanied him watched him curiously.
"Jeff, it looks to me as if it's time to make a get-away. We can't keep these people here very lon
