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"My wife—well, you know the rest, don't you? I told her the whole thing. She—she said nothing. But she married me, you see." There was a moment's silence. Baynes was the first to break it. "But—the Siwash?" he asked. "The witness?" Lawson turned upon him with something of contemptuous impatience. "He told you he had two cartridges." Ericssen, smiling grimly, said nothing at all. MY WIFE WELL YOU KNOW THE REST DON'T YOU I TOLD HER THE WHOLE THING SHE SHE SAID NOTHING BUT SHE MARRIED ME YOU SEE THERE WAS A MOMENT'S SILENCE BAINES WAS THE FIRST TO BREAK IT BUT THE SIGH WASH HE ASKED THE WITNESS LAWSON TURNED UPON HIM WITH SOMETHING OF CONTEMPTUOUS IMPATIENCE HE TOLD YOU HE HAD TWO CARTRIDGES ERICSSON SMILING GRIMLY SAID NOTHING AT ALL
e got you at last!’ His rifle cracked, for he let drive the same instant. The hair stirred just above my ear. “He had missed! “Before he could draw back his bolt for another shot I had acted. “‘You’re not fit to live!’ I shouted, as my bullet[85] crashed into his temple. I had the satisfaction, too, of knowing that he heard my words. I saw the swift expression of frustrated loathing in his eyes. “He fell like an ox, his face splashing in the stream. I shoved the body out. I saw it sucked beneath the log-jam instantly. It disappeared. There could be no inquest on him, I reflected comfortably. Hazel was gone—gone from this earth, from my life, our mutual hatred over at last.” The speaker paused a moment. “Odd,” he continued presently—“very odd indeed.” He turned to the others. “I felt quite sorry for him suddenly. I suppose,” he added, “the philosophers are right when they gas about hate being very close to love.” His friends contributed no remark. “Then I came away,” he resumed shortly.  RIFLE TO HIS SHOULDER YOU DEVIL I HEARD HIS VOICE I'VE GOT YOU AT LAST HIS RIFLE CRACKED FOR HE LET DRIVE THE SAME INSTANT THE HAIR STIRRED JUST ABOVE MY EAR HE HAD MISSED BEFORE HE COULD DRAW BACK HIS BOLT FOR ANOTHER SHOT I HAD ACTED YOU'RE NOT FIT TO LIVE I SHOUTED AS MY BULLET CRASHED INTO HIS TEMPLE I HAD THE SATISFACTION TOO OF KNOWING THAT HE HEARD MY WORDS I SAW THE SWIFT EXPRESSION OF FRUSTRATED LOATHING IN HIS EYES HE FELL LIKE AN OX HIS FACE SPLASHING IN THE STREAM I SHOVED THE BODY OUT I SAW IT SUCKED BENEATH THE LOG JAM INSTANTLY IT DISAPPEARED THERE COULD BE NO INQUEST ON HIM I REFLECTED COMFORTABLY HAZEL WAS GONE GONE FROM THIS EARTH FROM MY LIFE OUR MUTUAL HATRED OVER AT LAST THE SPEAKER PAUSED A MOMENT ODD HE CONTINUED PRESENTLY VERY ODD INDEED HE TURNED TO THE OTHERS I FELT QUITE SORRY FOR HIM SUDDENLY I SUPPOSE HE ADDED THE PHILOSOPHERS ARE RIGHT WHEN THEY GUESS ABOUT HATE BEING VERY CLOSE TO LOVE HIS FRIENDS CONTRIBUTED NO REMARK THEN I CAME AWAY HE RESUMED SHORTLY
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