“You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. Hill again—alive. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. The boy she had loved was gone. . But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. "I give you one minute for reflection. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. I want you to turn me. This Joan would hold them for a little. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story.
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