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"Pray step in, Mr Greyquill, and be seated!" A minute or two later Paul came out, shutting the door after him. "What! Was he throwin' clubs at my coon?" Billy shouted..
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They gently rolled the dead, or dying, man on to his back, and the nature of his injury appeared. He was clothed in white trousers, a light blue coat, and a shirt the front of which was ornamented by some light tracing like flowers. He was without a cravat, and his head was uncovered. The left side of his shirt was soaked in blood, and the singed hole through which the bullet had passed from the weapon whose muzzle he had pressed to his breast, was visible in the thick of the dark crimson dye. His face was marble-white. It wore an expression of torture. His lips were parted and grey. The eyelids were half-closed, and the whites of the eye only were visible. Anson's mouth fell open in terror. "You don't mean—" he commenced, then gulped, unable to proceed. It was nearly noon when Billy, bending beneath a load of wild ducks, came up the path to the cottage. Stanhope, reading his step, groped his way out to meet him. "Ho, Billy Boy," he cried, holding out his hands. "Oh, I'm so glad you came, Billy," she said. "You can help me decorate uncle's grave.".
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