” “Where is your husband?” Anna asked. The future was not so black. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. "Bring the light, Nab. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. He had now reached the adjoining house, and, scaling the roof, approached another building, which seemed to be, at least, one story loftier than its neighbours. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. I have been imaging—” “Mr.
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