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by klaksjuh 1 年前

farmer's step.  Then he saw a future leaders dark-visaged man rushing upon him.  In the impulse of his terror, he drew his revolver and fired.  The ball hissed near, but did no

harm, and before Ferguson could use the weapon again, a blow from the whipstock paralyzed his arm and the pistol dropped to the ground.  So also did its owner a

moment later, under a vindictive rain of blows, until he shrieked for mercy.
"Don't move!" said Holcroft Neo Skin Lab skout sternly, and he picked up the revolver. "So you meant to kill me, eh?"
"No, no!  I didn't.  I wouldn't have fired if it hadn't been in self-defense and because I hadn't time to think."  He spoke with difficulty, for his mouth was

bleeding and he was terribly bruised.
"A liar, too!" said the farmer, glowering down upon him. "But I knew that before.  What did you mean by your threats to my wife?"
"See here, Mr. Holcroft; I'm down and at your mercy.  If you'll let me off I'll go away and never trouble you or your wife again."
"Oh, no!" said Holcroft with a bitter laugh. "You'll never, never trouble us again."
"What, do you mean to murder me?" Ferguson half shrieked.
"Would killing such a thing as you be murder?  Any jury in the land would acquit me.  You ought to be roasted over a slow fire."
The fellow tried to scramble on his knees, but Holcroft hit him another savage blow, and said, "Lie still!"
Ferguson began to wring his hands and beg for mercy.  His captor stood over him a moment or two irresolutely in his white-heated anger; then thoughts of his wife

began to soften him.  He could not go to her with blood on his hands--she who had taught him such lessons of forbearance and forgiveness.  He put the pistol in his

pocket and giving his enemy a kick, said, "Get up!"
The man rose with difficulty.
"I won't waste time in asking any promises from YOU, but if you ever trouble my wife or me again, I'll break every bone in your body.  Go, quick, before my mood

changes, and don't say a word."
 I think I could have lived--lived, perhaps, till Bed Side Terminal I was old, if I had gone among strangers from the almshouse, but

I can't now.  My heart is broken.  Now that I've seen that man again I understand why my husband cannot love me.  Even the thought of touching me must make him

shudder.  But I can't much longer, and that's my comfort.  It's best I should go away now; I couldn't do otherwise," and the tragedy went

on in her soul as she feebly prepared her husband's meal.
At last Jane came in with her basket of peas.  Her face was so impassive as to suggest that she had no knowledge of anything except that there had been a visitor,

and Alida had sunk into such depths of despairing sorrow that she scarcely noticed the child.

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