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Chapter XVI-2
"Not much pluck about William's son and heir," chuckled Bernard. "Lord, what a funk he's in! Hi, young–fellow–my–lad, pull yourself together! Where's your smelling–bottle?" Paul had at last succeeded in cramming half the towel into his mouth. He lifted him up and said: "Now let's be off." "What do you propose to do?" "Take him away." "Where to?" "To France." "To France?" "Well, of course. We've got him; he'll have to help us." "They won't let him through." "And the tunnel?" "Out of the question. They're keeping too close a watch now." "We shall see." He took his revolver and pointed it at Prince Conrad: "Listen to me," he said. "Your head is too muddled, I dare say, to take in any questions. But a revolver is easy to understand, isn't it? It talks a very plain language, even
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