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Isabella screamed

Tristan waited for the pain, for the draining feeling that accompanied a heavy loss of blood He patted his chest, checked his pal the skin would be stained red

In a state of panic, Mr Fellows scralance at the tree, he raced towards the gate and disappeared into the mist

“The ball hit the tree,” Blackwood said helping Tristan to his feet “Quick Mr Fellows is getting away”

Sucking in a ragged breath, Tristan took Isabella’s hand and ate with Blackwood and Lord Fernall in tow

“I shall be glad to be away frolanced at the tree “I a back there”

Unable to suppress a shost attacked you?”

Fernall grunted as they passed through the gate “You may mock—”

The horses’ high-pitched squeals and a coachruff, masculine curse overpowered the sound of the peddlers’ carts rattling along the street Numerous shrieks and cries were interspersed hat Tristan suspected was the crunch of breaking bones

The sight of Mr Fellows’ crumpled body sprawled across the road stopped them dead in their tracks

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Tristan pulled Isabella closer “Don’t look It is not a pretty sight”

She buried her head in his chest “Oh, it is so terrible”

“He got trae wheels,” someone shouted from the small crowd that had stopped to observe the horrific scene “His neck’s broken”

Tristan sighed The irony was not lost on him