"Yes … but dreadfully tired. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. Them young prigs is all alike. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. The tired woman looked quietly at her. "Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor.
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