“She’s my wife,” the man muttered. And he could not return this love. He disappeared
into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. Being in a great
hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must
have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam
immediately over his head. Then a surge of rage welled up. Ramage controlled his expression and thought very quickly. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. "
Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual
against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. "Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression
on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you,
will thank you, bless you. ’
‘You saw? Where were you? How did you see?’
‘Your heroic milice are not as clever as they thought. You do not wish to marry me at all, that is
seen. Just beyond there would be her heart's desire. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. .
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