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Updated: May 25, 2025
'I should like ter see thet! said Liza, as they stood arm-in-arm in front of the flaring poster. It represented two rooms and a passage in between; in one room a dead man was lying on the floor, while two others were standing horror-stricken, listening to a youth who was in the passage, knocking at the door. 'You see, they've 'killed im, said Sally, excitedly.
She was aware of nothing except that this unhappy man was perishing had, perhaps, already perished for her sake; through fear for her safety, and his wish not to give her offense. She was on her knees upon the ledge, and craning over it with horror-stricken face the next instant, and could see him plainly.
So it was full five minutes from the time Lyon was awakened, to the moment that he lit the candle and looked upon the pale and horror-stricken face of his wife. "Now then, Sybil, what is it?" he inquired. "Oh, what is it! This place is full of devils!" she cried, shaking as with an ague fit.
As he felt the blow Henry exclaimed, "I am stabbed!" While he uttered the words, he flung up his arms, an action by which the assassin profited to take a surer and more fatal aim; and before the horror-stricken companions of the unfortunate monarch could make a movement to prevent it, a second thrust pierced the lobe of his heart.
"He adores his wife and dares not find fault with her," pursued Oscar, rejoicing to have found a topic to which they listened. "He plays scenes with her which would make you die of laughing, exactly like Arnolphe in Moliere's comedy." The count, horror-stricken, looked at Pierrotin, who, finding that the count said nothing, concluded that Madame Clapart's son was telling falsehoods.
Corte gazed at her heavily, but not altogether disapprovingly. Giulio Bandinelli and Marco Sana, though evidently astonished, and to some extent incredulous, listened like the perfectly trusty lieutenants in an enterprise which they were. But Carlo Ammiani stood horror-stricken.
Pepper back again. "Oh," cried Polly, running into the bedroom to get the precious missive. "Dear Miss Polly' that's what it says." "Well," said Mrs. Pepper, "then you'd better say, 'Dear Mister Jasper' or you might say, 'Dear Mr. King." "Oh, dear!" cried Polly, "that would be the father then s'pose he should think we wrote to him!" and Polly looked horror-stricken to the last degree.
"Ha! ha! ha! Now the pigeon thaws yes, there is nothing like love," mocked the drunken woman. "Ah, the policemen won't let themselves be waited for; Robeckal and the others will look out for that." Caillette, horror-stricken, listened to the virago's words. Was she right, and were her father and Fanfaro in danger?
"What is it? the matter?" cried Mercer. "Help! help!" shrieked Burr major, who was only a few yards away, splashing the water heavily as he swam with all his might for the side. But he only shrieked out, "Help! help!" in a horror-stricken voice, and we all swam toward him as he made for the shore, all the lesser boys splashing out as fast as they could, to congregate shivering on the bank.
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