The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property (trademark/copyright) agreement. "Is it poison?" she asked. Prudence shook her head.
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