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"We must be sure of it."
"Great God! would you kill him?"
"Why not? It must be done now."
The wounded man beheld the action of the speaker, and heard the
discussion. He gasped out a prayer for life:--
"Spare me, Guy! Save me, Wat, if you have a man's heart in your bosom.
Save me! spare me! I would live! I--oh, spare me!"
And the dying man threw up his hands feebly, in order to avert the blow;
but it was in vain. Munro would have interposed, but, this time, the
murderer was too quick for him, if not too strong. With a sudden rush he
flung his associate aside, stooped down, and smote--smote fatally.
"Kate!--ah!--O God, have mercy!"
The wretched and unsuspecting victim fell back upon the earth with these
last words--dead--sent to his dread account, with all his sins upon his
head! And what a dream of simple happiness in two fond, feeble hearts,
was thus cruelly and terribly dispersed for ever!
CHAPTER XXIII.
WHAT FOLLOWED THE MURDER.
There was a dreadful pause, after the commission of the deed, in which
no word was spoken by either of the parties.
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