’ The full story—or as much as Gerald knew—of Valade’s machinations shocked the old lady so much that she was obliged to recruit her strength with a refill from the Madeira decanter. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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