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"Blow me to atoms, perhaps, or into some region unknown," says he, recklessly. "A good thing, too. Is life so sweet a possession that one need quail before the thought of resigning it?","Do not trouble yourself to make any further excuse," says Mona, icily.,Early in the morning Kŭt-o-yĭs´ said to the old women, "Harness up your dogs to the travois now and go over to the piskun, and I will kill some fat meat for you.","Do not come any nearer," he says, hastily, "I can tell it all to you better, more easily, when I cannot see you.","Ah! Then you refuse to answer me," says Mona, hastily, if somewhat wearily.,It is an hour later. Afternoon draws towards evening, yet one scarcely feels the change. It is sultry, drowsy, warm, and full of a "slow luxurious calm.","Ask any one you like,—any one, I mean, that is not quite impossible," says Nicholas.,Cold, and half wild with horror, she yet retains her presence of mind, and, beckoning to one of the dogs, says imperiously, "At him, Spice!" pointing to Paul Rodney.,At this first glance he recognizes them as being the two men with whom Mona had attempted argument and remonstrance on the night elected for Maxwell's murder. They are armed with guns, but wear no disguise, not even the usual band of black crape across the upper half of the face.,His tone, his emphasis on the pronoun, is significant.,"But who was this gentleman?" says Lady Rodney, superciliously. "No doubt some draper from the town.","I do remember it," replies she, bitterly..