And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. The child was now
within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly
purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground. Immediately he was gone, she
regretted that she had not followed. ‘I’ve never before made love at pistol
point. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me.
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