The assassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon her seducer. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. But, being pushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make a stand. Or perhaps my father once.
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