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He was present with me at a scene—a death-bed scene—I shudder, when I do but think of it.
CHAPTER XIII.
I was sent for the other morning to the assistance of a Gentleman, who had been wounded in duel,—and his wounds by unskilful treatment had been brought to a dangerous crisis.
The uncommonness of the name, which was Matravis, suggested to me, that this might possibly be no other than Allan's old enemy. Un-der
