‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. Annabel, I was lying. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. 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. He did not speak for a moment. "I should be sorry to proceed to extremities," continued Sheppard, again raising the pistol. The barmaids had too strongly appealed to his sense of novelty. .
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