He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her pursuers. ‘How did you guess?’ ‘I guessed as soon as you said this was your house. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. [A] Transcribers Note: These versions of the music are included with this file: LilyPond MIDI Acrobat (PDF) PNG (page 1) PNG (page 2) St.
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