‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. Somewhere, where we can talk without interruption. ‘That’s just it. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. She tried not to blush. Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flagged floor. Striking out his foot, he knocked half a dozen teeth down the janizary's throat; and, seconding the kick with a blow on the head from the butt-end of the pistol, stretched him, senseless and bleeding on the ground.
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