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As he stumbled forward, Verkan Vall pivoted on his left heel and drove the point of his knife into the back of Marnark's neck, twisting it as he jerked it free. At the same time, he released Marnark's thumb. The politician continued his stumble and fell forward on his face, blood spurting from his neck. He gave a twitch or so, and was still.
They twitted me with the rapid flight of time. They hurried me, as if I had not a moment to lose. Quick! Quick! Quick! as each tooth released itself from the escapement. And as I looked and listened there could not be any mistake about it. I heard Quick! Quick! Quick! as plainly, at least, as I ever heard a word from the phonograph.
A gradual lethargy seized her under his baleful glance, and she had not even the strength to wish to free herself. She seemed bound to him already by hidden chains. 'If you have powers, show them, she whispered, hardly conscious that she spoke. Suddenly he released the enormous tension with which he held her.
This unexpected reserve had been a great relief to the latter, who found himself not only released from an unpleasant duty, but saved from any reproaches for concealment. The coroner had come up from Los Angeles, and there had been an inquest.
Forget yourself just for one minute and do a brave thing! Oh, love me, love me, LOVE ME! and I shall be free! "The words, or the deep force they somehow released in the center of my being, stirred me profoundly, and an emotion infinitely greater than fear surged up over me and carried me with it across the edge of action.
Blandina, in her turn, tied to a stake, was given to the beasts: she was seen hanging, as it were, on a sort of cross, calling upon God with trustful fervor, and the brethren present were reminded, in the person of a sister, of Him who had been crucified for their salvation. . . . As none of the beasts would touch the body of Blandina, she was released from the stake, taken back to prison, and reserved for another occasion. . . . Attalus, whose execution, seeing that he was a man of mark, was furiously demanded by the people, came forward ready to brave everything, as a man deriving confidence from the memory of his life, for he had courageously trained himself to discipline, and had always amongst us borne witness for the truth.
Rick Brant released the sling pouch with his left hand and let it drop smoothly to the end of its double string. The sling swung through a complicated arc, out to its full length, down again behind his back, then, with rapidly increasing speed, over his right shoulder. With a final whip he swung the pouch forward and released the free end of the string at precisely the right moment.
And unless he released the Emir's wife, I swore to him that I would so write, though he had me shot on the morrow; and he knew I should keep my word." She was silent some moments, looking on him with a musing gaze, in which some pity and more honor for him were blended. "You told him your past. Will you confess it to me?" "I cannot, madame." "And why?" "Because I am dead!
Pauline listened to her attentively, then replied: "I am sorry for the woman, if she is innocent: and if she has been falsely accused, of course she ought to be released. But what makes you think she is innocent, Selma?" "The testimony did not justify her conviction. Every one is of that opinion." "Have you read the testimony yourself, Selma?" "No, Pauline." "Or your husband?"
He looked after me very well, I assure you." Davilof released her hand abruptly. His face darkened. "And this man? Who was he?" he demanded jealously. "I hate to think of any man a stranger touching you." "Nonsense! Would you have preferred me to remain lying in the middle of the road?" "You know I would not. But I'd rather some woman had looked after you. Do you know who the man was?"
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