"Shotbolt! by—" cried Austin, as the captive was dragged forth. Not a breath was drawn. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. In vain Wood protested his innocence. I'm not sure I'd go out with him anyway. "God forgive me for using such a word!" he cried, in a troubled tone; "if I hadn't yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't have happened!" CHAPTER VII.
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