So appalling was the sight, that even the murderers—familiar as they were with scenes of slaughter,—looked aghast at it. Spurling, who sat on the right of the table. Its smooth surface soothed her nerves. “What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still.
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