‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. ‘Come, cry a truce.
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