“It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. I've been thinking about it ever since morning. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. Take it, if I die. Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which his first crime had been committed. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. “Just look that through, will you. "You've won your wager. CHAPTER XXIII. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard.
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