He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Are you satisfied?’ Grudgingly, Jack Kimble took back the coins. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine.
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