It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Every afternoon, from now on, I will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you're likely to meet. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. ‘Parbleu, but I find that this is excessively clever, this passage.
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