I remember: he was found in the woods with his gun in his hand-dead.

I read it all by accident long ago; and that was the story, eh!" "Yes.

She was young, full of imagination.

She loved me, but he was clever, and he was high up, and she was low down.

He talked her blind, and then in the woods it was, in the woods where he died, that he--" Suddenly the little man wrung his fingers like one robbed of reason.