He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. In a moment he was beside her. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them.
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