" "You flatter me," smiled Sir James. " "I don't require it," returned Sheppard. “I am sorry that I have murdered you. " "Stick the spike into him, then," returned Sheppard, coolly, "while I unbar the outlet. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. We have met before. McClintock's was a plantation of ten thousand palms, yielding him annually about half a million nuts. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on horseback, which was also unsympathetic.
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