’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. If only we are not divided. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis.
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