"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. ” “All right! And I never dreamed anything of the sort was going on. Tell me exactly what has happened. " This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. He felt her observance and warmed to it. This one too she read. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. She had been so young then. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty.
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