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Joan, The Curate.
CHAPTER XII.
SETTLING ACCOUNTS.
When Tregenna came in, with his wide hat under his arm, and with the easy air of a casual caller, it was Ann who appeared more startled than he did.
She had had one foot on the nearest settle, and had been engaged in priming one of her pistols. But on seeing the intruder she started erect, drew from her belt a second pistol, which was already charged, and leveled it at his head.
It missed fire, however, and Tregenna sauntered up the room towards her, as if such a trifle as the attempted discharge of a pistol at him were the greeting he was most accustomed to.
"Good evening, Mistress Ann," said he, with a low bow, when he had come within half a dozen paces of her.
