Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. ” For a moment she was grave.
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