’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. " But he searched in vain. “My wife. I made her my unwilling confederate. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. “Your sex is a terrible fraud. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
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