This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the starling. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. After all, life had still its pulsations. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely.
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