I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. "Well, Mrs. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window.
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