The Light That Lures by Percy James Brebner
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down the stairs.
A cry followed him, but he did not stop. "Mercy! I know nothing." A wilder cry, half drowned by savage curses and the sound of blows. Still Sabatier paid no heed. He went into the room below, knocked the neck off a wine bottle and poured the contents into a mug and drank, smacking his lips. A woman, half dressed, rushed down the stairs and into the street. "Let her go," Sabatier cried, as a man was starting after her. "Maybe she's not too old to find another husband." Laughing, and cursing, the men came tumbling down the stairs, ripe for deviltry; but for the moment here was wine to be had for the taking, everything else could wait. When later they left, a woman came rushing toward them. "Let me in! Let me in!" she cried. "He's not dead." "Out of it," said one, pushing her roughly aside so that she stumbled and fell upon the road. "He's dead, or will be soon enough. Our work is thorough, and this might be a château instead of a wine shop by the way we've treated it. You watch a while. You'll understand," and he laughed as he closed the door. |
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