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So he bent over and kissed the tip of my ear, which I
considered not a sentamental spot and therfore not to be fussy
about. And I had to pretend to go up to my chamber.
I was in a state of great trepidation as I entered my
Residense, because how was I to capture my prey unless armed to
the teeth? Little did Carter Brooks think that he carried in his
pocket, not a Revolver or at least not merely, but my entire
future.
However, I am not one to give up, and beyond a few tears of
weakness, I did not give way. In a half hour or so I heard
Carter Brooks asking George for a whisky and soda and a suit of
father's pajamas, and I knew that, ere long, he would be would
be
_In pleasing Dreams and slumbers light_.
_ Scott_.
Would or would he not bolt his door? On this hung, in the
Biblical phraze, all the law and the profits.
He did not. Crouching in my Chamber I saw the light over
his transom become blackness, and soon after, on opening his
door and speaking his name softly, there was no response. I
therfore went in and took my Revolver from his bureau, but there
was somthing wrong with the spring and it went off.
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