The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 32, June, 1860 by Various
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recognized?"
"There is nothing deeply marked, except the eyes," said Glover, "and I can easily remove them, you know." "You can try the acid." "The other way is best." "I suppose it must be done quickly." "So quickly that there will be no chance for any proof." Lorrimer gasped feebly, and clutched the bedclothes with a nervous, convulsive movement. He had no power to reflect upon his situation; but he felt that he was lost. Alone and unaided, he could not hope to combat the evil designs of two men, a single one of whom he knew was vastly his superior in strength. His blood seemed to cease flowing in his veins. He thought for an instant of springing from the bed, and imploring mercy; but the nature of their conversation, with its minutiae of cruelty, forbade all hope in that direction. His brain whirled, and he thought that reason was about to forsake him. But a movement in the room restored him to a sense of his peril. He saw the shadows changing their places, and knew that the light was moving. He heard faint footsteps. Hope deserted him, and be closed his eyes, quite despairing. When be opened them a minute later, he was in darkness. Then hope returned. There might yet be a means of escape. They had left |
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