He could not trust himself to speak.

Captain Blood tucked his left arm through the Deputy-Governor's proffered right.

Then he thrust his own right hand with its pistol back into the breast of his doublet.
"Though invisible, it's aiming at ye none the less, and I give you my word of honour that I'll shoot ye dead upon the very least provocation, whether that provocation is yours or another's.

Ye'll bear that in mind, Lord Julian.

And now, ye greasy hangman, step out as brisk and lively as ye can, and behave as naturally as ye may, or it's the black stream of Cocytus ye'll be contemplating." Arm in arm they passed through the house, and down the garden, where Arabella lingered, awaiting Peter Blood's return.
Consideration of his parting words had brought her first turmoil of mind, then a clear perception of what might be indeed the truth of the death of Levasseur.