The pistol, it was not loaded. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. That night in Paris I saw on the bills ‘Fatal Motor Accidents. She cocked her head. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. Again silence.
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