Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. “I shot him. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. It might be upset. "Yes … but dreadfully tired. I have healed and I am still your wife!\" She looked at him desperately, his eyes illuminated by firelight.
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