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He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. If you could see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. ” Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet. ” “It would be very kind of you,” she declared. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. “Of course!” he said. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. " "Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——" "To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. Kneebone," returned Shotbolt.
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