But I don’t think she lays hold of one so. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. H’m. His arms released from his 68 sides, he lifted them around her in a light embrace. Then a ride to London on horseback. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all others beside her seem plain or vulgar.
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