You're too late. She's my wife.""No, she's your widow."His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor.
-Arthur Conan Doyle
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