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but for the sake of my much injured sister, who was dearer to me than all your kin and kind, I intend, by the grace, and with the help of the Most High, to take a proper vengeance for her wrongs, by blowing out your brains; unless, by the law of chance, you should blow out mine; which, however, I should hold myself the most pitiful of cowards to expect in so just a cause.

"I then presented him my pistols, and gave him his choice which he would have."

"Oh my poor father!" cried Juliet. "Go on, my uncle, go on!"

"He heard me to the finish without a word; and with a countenance so sad, yet so firm, and which had so little the hue of guilt, that I have thought since, many a time and often, that, if choler had not blinded me, I should have stopt half way, and said, This is purely an innocent man!"

"Oh blessed be that word!" cried Juliet, clasping her hands, "and blessed,

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