It was Annabel’s. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. “If you speak—farewell. "I have sworn to see him hanged," he said, "and nothing shall keep me away— nothing, by——. “Sir John is not at all that sort. " This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears.
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