Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. “Forgive me,” he said. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. . Gentlemen,—Mr.
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