"'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. His blood would be sweet with it. At this piece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in his visit. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind.
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