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One night they quarreled and she walked out of bedroom and professed never to sleep with him again. With a broken heart, he pondered upon his disaster, he had lost everything and nobody cared for him anymore and his gentle heart and his hurt feeling was not any concern for Amelia. He felt completely useless. One night he took a pistol and shot himself through the head and when Amelia saw him lying on the floor drenched in blood, she felt a certain kind of relief as the fortune was smiling on her now. She did not have to do that sort of dirty work herself and things had worked out in a nicest possible way for her.