”
She pointed with shaking fingers to a great bunch of dark red carnations, thrust
carelessly into a deep china bowl, to which the card was still attached. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my
time. Insulting cries became frequent and
various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. "Here's a pistol!" cried Thames, darting towards the undischarged weapon
dropped by Blueskin in the scuffle, and pointing it at Jonathan. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation.
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