’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. . "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. ” He shrugged his shoulders. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about to be executed. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. “Here goes,” he said. "Stir a foot, at your peril. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience.
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