If you wanted me to shoot him I'd do it.

I'd do anything in the world for you.
I've got a revolver in my room." She laughed, disclaiming desire for supreme vengeance.
"I only want to show the wretch that I am not a helpless woman," she observed, with the bewildering illogic of the sex.

And as she passed by the offender she smiled down at her companion with all the sweetness of intimacy and asked him why he carried a revolver.

She did not point the offender out, be it remarked, to the bloodthirsty Septimus.
"It belongs to Wiggleswick," he replied in answer to her question.

"I promised to take care of it for him." "What does Wiggleswick do when you are away ?" "He reads the police reports.