He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. "Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity. “Rubbish!” he answered. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. There he stands. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself.
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