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Take, if you please, your own pistol. “In a sense—yes. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. "But be prudent, my angel. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. He might call her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur.
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