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Nobody could possibly find him now. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you could. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found.
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