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" "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. I expect you had been snubbing him terribly. " "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. I killed him, Nigel. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college education be damned. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight.
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