" This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. ‘Let me see if our minds are attuned. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. You are one of the Immortals. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence.
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