He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. "What's the particular dope?" "If I told you, you would laugh," answered Ah Cum, gravely. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed.
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