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Supposing they find you and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did you marry her?" "God alone knows!" "And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with rising anger. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. Fear nothing. Besides, she will do no such thing. . He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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