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Chapter 21

           Therewereheardshotsafterthebellhadbecomesilent,othersounds:thesharpshiveringofbrokenglass,thedullercrashoffallingfurniture,rudelyoverturnedinearneststrugglethetramplingoffeetupontheboardedflooratintervalstheclearringingcrackoftherevolvers;butneitherofthevoicesofthemenwhoseinsensatepassionswerethecauseofallthiscommotion!Thecrowdinthestreetheardtheconfusednoises,andnotedtheintervalsofsilence,withoutbeingexactlyabletointerpretthem.Thereportsofthepistolswerealltheyhadtoproclaimtheprogressoftheduel.Elevenhadbeencounted;andinbreathlesssilencetheywerelisteningforthetwelfth.

           Insteadofapistolreporttheirearsweregratifiedbythesoundofavoice,recognisedasthatofthemustanger.

           "Mypistolisatyourhead!Ihaveoneshotleftanapology,oryoudie!"

           Bythisthecrowdhadbecomeconvincedthatthefightwasapproachingitstermination.Someofthemorefearless,lookingin,beheldastrangescene.Theysawtwomenlyingprostrateontheplankfloor;bothwithbloodstainedhabiliments,bothevidentlydisabled;thewhitesandaroundthemreddenedwiththeirgore,trackedwithtortuoustrails,wheretheyhadcrawledclosertogetalastshotateachotheroneofthem,inscarletscarfandslashedvelvettrousers,slightlysurmountingtheother,andholdingapistoltohisheadthatthreatenedtodeprivehimoflife

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