His Other Wife: A Novel — page 144: what you’re looking at

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£36 THE PLOTTERS. In a minute more he was spurring his horse, the fleetest in the Lucerne stables, toward the city at lightning speed, and, with all possible dispatch, procured a surgeon and a carriage, with which he returned to the place of the ren- ‘*Still alive, but I wouldn't give a dime for his chance a) of recovery,” said the young surgeon, after his examina- tion of the wound. And then, with significant earnest- ness, he added, locking full in Vernois’ eyes: ‘‘And still less for your chance of life if he dies. He’s wonderfully beloved by the lower classes here, and they’d take the law into their own hands to avenge a? death. Take my advice and get away as fast as you can,’ | ‘‘Thank you; but you don't imagine I shall ?” op ‘‘As you . please, sir—there,. carry his head.a_- little higher—so,”’ They placed the unconscious form of the wounded man within the carriage, where the surgeon supported it, while Vernois remounted the driver’s seat, and in due time ‘the pale sufferer was under the doctor’s roof, with the wound probed and dressed, and his consciousness restored. >| « On one side of him stood the surgeon, on the other the dark, hueless face of the creole bent over his pillow, as Warren’s eyes unclosed from the long swoon. He looked from one to the other with a confused Sepreaiom After a little he said, feebly : lONes Ts «Ah, I remember—you shot me.” EComicbooks:com