He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to his rescue. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. Sometimes they marry well. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. " "Depend upon it, Sir.
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