“You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. I chose you for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your great beauty. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight.
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