 The two gentlemen who were in their shirts' leaves, despite the brisk chill of a spring morning, were about to blow each other's brains out—or attempt to do so, at least. They were standing on a secluded stretch of dew-wet lawn in London's Hyde Park, facing in different directions, each ignoring the other's existence until the moment should come to take aim at each other and shoot to kill. They were not alone, however, this being a duel of honour in which dew-process had— Sample complete. Ready to continue?