" "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. He leaned forward to embrace her. Her little white hand stole across the table. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve.
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