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“Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately
before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in
the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. She tucked the
mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the
west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken
spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had
put terror into her heart. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not
sap him gradually. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. That handsome, finely drawn face
belonged to a soul with clean ideals. It's a
thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. "
"You're a damn fool, too!" exploded the trader.
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