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He greeted him affectionately and asked what he was doing now. "Behold!" replied the Marquis, "my business is to distribute in the streets these advertisements of a local poisoner, and thereby to earn a place at the assassin's table to spread the fame of which I labour. Camoens held out his hand for charity in the streets of Lisbon.
"What poisoner do you mean?" inquired Maria, who had not the remotest idea what the fellow was driving at. "What!" cried the stripling defiantly, "do you mean to say you don't know? Why, haven't the gentry got the Jews to put poison in the brandy! Why, everyone knows that." Maria was so dumfounded that she had not a word to say in reply. "Look! how he pretends to know nothing about it.
'Not worse than other stuff that is highly recommended by eminent reviewers, said Miss Martin. 'Anything else? 'Oh, yes; there is "The Pope's Poisoner, a Tale of the Borgias." That is a historical romance, I got it up out of Histories of the Renaissance. 'Are the dates all right? asked Merton. 'Oh, bother the dates!
Who would endure it if you made this a ground for accusing me of being a poisoner, merely because those drugs are capable of killing a man? However, let us see what these fish were, fish so necessary for my possession and so hard to find, that they were well worth the price I paid for their acquisition. They have mentioned no more than three.
I am no poisoner. Mercy!" This sort of resurrection produced so great an effect on the crowd, that for an instant they fell hack affrighted. The clamor ceased, and a small space was left around the victim.
Eustace Macallan had died by the hand of a poisoner although they were entirely and certainly mistaken in charging my husband with the crime. My husband being innocent, somebody else, on my own showing, must be guilty. Who among the persons inhabiting the house at the time had poisoned Mrs. Eustace Macallan? My suspicion in answering that question pointed straight to a woman.
And she sank back again in her chair, breathless and aghast, without concluding her sentence. "No!" she shrieked suddenly. "No; I could not be a poisoner a murderess! Anything but that!" "Not for the sake of the one sent by God as saviour of our dear Russia?" he asked reproachfully, in a low, intense tone. "That man Miliukoff is God's enemy and ours.
"In your ear, sir," he said. I recoiled. "Stand back," I cried, "or you will cull no more simples this side of hell!" "Hell!" he answered. "There's no such place. I will not tell my secret aloud." "Nicolo the Italian! Nicolo the Poisoner! Nicolo the Black Death! I am coming for the soul you sold me. There is a hell!" The thundering voice came from underneath our feet.
You shall answer for his life." These vehement words were received with loud murmurs. "You know that poisoner," cried the quarryman, seizing the Jesuit by the collar; "then perhaps you are a poisoner too. "Wretch," exclaimed Father d'Aigrigny, endeavoring to shake himself loose from the grasp, "do you dare to lay hand upon me?" "Yes, I dare do anything," answered the quarryman.
You watched at the rudder, we slept in peace and confidence. You steered us on the rocks in an instant the sea swallowed us. You are like a cowardly poisoner, who would send us to our death by putting poison in our food. Is that an act of valor?
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