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Updated: June 13, 2025
The duke was not mistaken. They heard the door of the hut violently open and close, and shortly after some one rapped at the locked door. "The password!" shouted Count Munster, putting his hand on the key. "Il est temps de finir!" replied a sonorous voice outside. Count Munster opened the door. A gentleman of imposing stature entered the room.
The great clouds flew along the sky like an army in retreat. Some, to Winifred, seemed soldiers, others baggage-waggons, horses, gun-carriages, rushing pell-mell for safety. One drooping, tattered cloud she deemed the colours of a regiment streaming under the stars that peeped out here and there watching sentinel eyes, obdurate, till some magic password softened them.
Where is she, where is her body?" The captain shrugged his shoulders, saying, in a soothing tone: "Calm yourself, Navarrete! We too grieve for the sibyl; many in the camp will miss her. As for Zorrillo, he had the password, and could go through the gate at any hour. The body is still lying in his quarters." "Indeed!" faltered the Eletto.
I did everything possible to throw any possible spies off the trail as I made my way in the dark to a lonely wharf on the Maas River where I gave the password to a watchman who stepped out of a black corner near the massive gates which opened to the pier.
At the limits of the forest Tom and his companion parted. He had been put upon the highroad, and given careful instructions as to the way he must take. Moreover, Captain Jack had given him a password, which, he said, would protect him from molestation; although a traveller on foot was not in the same danger as one who rode a fine horse.
One night as Sam lay in his tent dreaming that he had just won the battle of Waterloo, he heard a voice close to his ears. "Jinks!" "Yes, sir." "Here is an order for you to report at once up in the woods at old Fort Hut. The password is 'Old Gory'; say that, and the sentinel will let you out of camp. Go along and report to the colonel at once." "What is it?" cried Sam. "Is it an attack?"
"A true token," said Quentin, "lead on, good fellow I will speak farther with thee presently." Then falling back to the ladies, he said, "I am convinced this man is the guide we are to expect, for he hath brought me a password, known, I think, but to the King and me. But I will discourse with him farther, and endeavour to ascertain how far he is to be trusted."
If Booth received no positive instructions, he was at any rate adjudged a man likely to be of use, and therefore introduced to the rebel agencies in and around Washington. Doubtless by direct letter, or verbal instruction, he received a password to the house of Mrs. Surratt.
As his own figure emerged from the fog, the boat pulled towards him. The priest's password was upon his lips, when he perceived that the TWO men were common foreign sailors; the messenger of the Church was evidently not there. Could it have been he who had haunted him? He paused irresolutely. "Is there none other coming?" he asked. The two men looked at each other.
Is not love the password to that beckoning bliss? So may we say; but here is one whose body has been made a temple to him, and it is desecrated. A temple, and desecrated! For what is it fit for but for a dance of devils? His education has thus wrought him to think. He can blame nothing but his own baseness. But to feel base and accept the bliss that beckons he has not fallen so low as that.
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