’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again. Give up your lonely hours of work here. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. He resented being regarded as irregular. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. He—wanted to marry me.
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