Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. VI, June, 1862 - Devoted To Literature and National Policy by Various
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and your earthly career will end. If you do not at once give me your
keys, I shall force the lock.' These words, which he doubtless thought would crush me, filled me with boundless rage, and for a few moments revived my sinking energies. I started to my feet, and seized my revolver.' '''The devil! it seems the dose was not strong enough,' exclaimed my assassin, taking flight; 'but I will return, be sure of that.'' 'The doctor soon arrived. At the first glance at the patient, he knit his brow, and his countenance became overcast. ''How long have you been ill?' he inquired. ''I was poisoned, about an hour since.' ''Ah! you know you have been poisoned?' ''Yes, doctor, and also the man who poisoned me. Tell me, I beseech you, how long I have to live? Speak! you need have no fear; I am prepared for the worst.' 'The doctor hesitated, and then said: 'I fear, my dear sir, another hour is all you can hope for.' ''I thank you, doctor, for your frankness. No antidote, then, can save me?' ''None. The poison you have taken, which the Indians call '_Leche de palo_,' is deadly. Your present sufferings will soon cease, and |
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