"I gave it a sly kiss while they were measuring the ground; and (don't tell anybody!) I put it next to my heart to bring me luck."
"Was that just before he shot at you?"
"He walked (as the seconds had arranged it) ten paces forward; and then he stopped, and lifted his pistol--"
"Don't tell me any more! Oh, to think of my being the miserable cause of such horrors! I'll never dance again as long as I live. Did you think he had killed you, when the bullet wounded your poor neck?"
"No; I hardly felt it at first."
"Hardly felt it? How he talks! And when the wretch had done his best to kill you, and when it came to your turn, what did you do?"
"What! You didn't walk your ten paces forward?"
"And you never shot at him in return?"