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. The day comes when you shall regret how you have
spoken to me. "
"Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow
pearl. “If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid,
patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a
pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last
century, and some other articles of female attire. Oh God! pardon me. You’re the only person I’ve
really given good, straight, unselfish thought to. She closed her eyes as if
asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen.
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