Digging a Grave with a Wine Glass

Digging a Grave with a Wine Glass

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... her eyes off the door since the night fell; and I had sent and sent one after another for him! But it was of no use; his friends jeered him, they did not believe the messages, and I don't think he understood 62 THE NIGHT'S DEBAUCH. them; but when she was really gone, some of the servants raised a moan through the house, and there came, they said, a sort of hoot round it, and the great hall-door blew open, though it had been a still night before. And there was a sough in the wind passing through the house that frightened the drinkers; and when they found that Death had come, they gathered themselves up as well as they could, and staggered away from the Hall, leaving him halfsitting, half-lying, at the head of his table, like a tree once the beauty of the forest, rent and blasted by lightning. I never can forget it. I had come down from the stillness of death, knowing that she had been murdered by his ways, my sweet rose, my lily! The moonlight had flooded the bed and the room, and the infant was cooing like a young dove--poor little motherless babby!--and my blood was rushing from my heart to my head, and I felt as if God had forgotten me! And the servants, little knowing the savageness that was in my heart, kept v PEGGY "GOES TO HIM. 63 hustling me into the hall, saying, 'Go to him, Peggy, ' 'he'll mind you, Peggy, ' 'he doesn't understand;' and there he was, his blue, watery eyes, unwinking, staring, but seeing nothing--not the broken glasses, nor the sputtering lights flaring out, nor the slops on the mahogany, nor the furniture broken and tossed; the great grand pictures of his ancestors looking grim from the broken frames and smoky walls. His long, white, powerless right hand curled round the half empty tumbler, which it had not...
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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236918681
  • 9781236918680