‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. She’s a snob. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. 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. " The Wastrel tried to reach Ruth's lips. I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me.
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