Two years ago I thought there was nothing left to me but.

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." She faltered, and made a _moue_ of distaste.
"Well, the only thing that remained, it seemed to me, was marriage." "And you preferred a cannibal isle and a cartridge-belt ?" he suggested.
"I didn't think of the cannibal isle, but the cartridge-belt was blissful." "You wouldn't dare use the revolver if you were compelled to.

Or," noting the glint in her eyes, "if you did use it, to--well, to hit anything." She started up suddenly to enter the house.