” She let him make love to her that night. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye.
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