He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. "For the caption!" replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistols from his pockets. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. This is a plot entirely abominable, and I scorn to be part of it.
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