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"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. ’
‘Very good, ma’am. And I'll answer for it, she'll
never say a syllable to annoy you again. Two shots were fired, and presently the clashing of swords was heard below. The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and
telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. Were I to let you go, you'd say I
feared you. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. She directed him to an old part of the
highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped
in snow, with the occasional working silo. This
girl whom he had met by chance and befriended had done both. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand.
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