It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. But tell her this, too. We remember it. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. " "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. “I am off to-night,” he said. ‘Until today.
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