8. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. Go easy. ’ Gerald frowned. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. ” He spoke loudly. " "More blood! more blood!" cried Trenchard, passing his hand with agony across his brow. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. " "Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is over. She shook them off of one foot. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place.
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