Once Upon A Time by Richard Harding Davis
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page 55 of 209 (26%)
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Voices were calling for water, to wait for the doctor, to wait for the
police. But I thought I understood. Still doubting him, still unbelieving, ashamed of my own credulity, I tore at his collar, and my fingers closed upon a package of oiled silk. I stooped, and with my teeth ripped it open, and holding before him the slips of paper it contained, tore them into tiny shreds. The eyes smiled at me with cunning, with triumph, with deep content. It was so like the Schnitzel I had known that I believed still he might have strength enough to help me. "Who did this?" I begged. "I'll hang him for it! Do you hear me?" I cried. Seeing him lying there, with the life cut out of him, swept me with a blind anger, with a need to punish. "I'll see they hang for it. Tell me!" I commanded. "Who did this?" The eyes, now filled with weariness, looked up and the lips moved feebly. "My own people," he whispered. In my indignation I could have shaken the truth from him. I bent closer. "Then, by God," I whispered back, "you'll tell me who they are!" |
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