“My dear Anna,” he answered. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. “What you have done. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. ’ He paused for the effect of his words to sink in, and then added, ‘Don’t be so ready to show hackle. ‘Pitiful. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. “I knew I should have died!” She went fast into a state of shock.
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