He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. They walked side by side for a time. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from the stains on the ground, the villain escaped.
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