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And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. " "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. "Tell me frankly, and speak under your breath. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. " "It is false," cried Mrs. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. “After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in two. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. She felt sickeningly empty.
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