“He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. " And he raised his arm with the intention of executing his purpose, when a ball from Jack's pistol passed through the back of his hand, shattering the limb. ” She stopped with an air of interrogation. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear.
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