Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. The Storm VII. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields.
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