The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Disperse in every direction. Disappointed puppy-love, and all that. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. But for him she might have been alive and happy. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story.
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