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Ladies who met him at picnics thought him intellectual; and even at dinners he passed for clever. The hand that held the weapon began to shake, the tremor communicated itself to his arm, his heart gave a wild leap which sent up a wave of deadly nausea to his throat, he smelt the powder, he sickened at the crash of the bullet through his skull, and a sweat of fear broke out over his forehead and ran down his quivering face Ronald yielded after the proper amount of resistance—his intuitive sense, in every social transaction, of the proper amount of force to be expended, was one of the qualities his father most admired in him. The Choice. As he summed himself up thus for the third or fourth time the door opened and he turned with a thrill of relief to greet his guest.

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