He sat down. But at the word “home” she turned again. I got to have you under guard in the gatehouse, I can see that. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Nice goings on. He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. I did think it could be done. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. But we must not anticipate the course of events. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart.
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