He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. “Oh. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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