The Journalist; A Pictorial Souvenir Issued on the Completion of Its Third Year of Continuous Publication

The Journalist; A Pictorial Souvenir Issued on the Completion of Its Third Year of Continuous Publication

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...bar with iron every door and window. Rake the crackling logs till they throw out mighty streams of light that deepen the shadows In the recesses of the chamber, but envelop her face and form in a flickering, crimson glow. What vxu that? Nothing, dolt, but the rain-drops tinkling upon the casement. Something more? Perhaps the howling of a cur lost on the lowlands, or the cry of a wikl bird blinded by the storm. To the task, old wizard--to the task! I take my lancet and suction tubes and bend over the lovely corpse. One--two--three minutes pass, and the work is accomplished. What of the result? I stand transfixed, and watch her face with eyes that protrude from their sockets. A moment, and then--it is--a slight twitter convulses her lips. Her limbs tremble and quiver with the returning flo%7 of blood. She lifts her slender white hands to her brow, and presses it like an interrupted dreamer; and then--O joy! 0 bliss!--she rises up from the slab and stands erect before me. The firelight deepens the hue of her cheek and beats like gold upon her flowing hatr, it strikes like a magnifying lens upon her bare shoulders and arms, and shows the life current streaming and palpitating in every delicate artery. Hurrah! Hurrah! A king of Earth am I, who have wrested his secret from Death. But be calm, old man; you have yet to learn it. See! She stands calm and motionless. I clench my fingers to stifle their trembling, and take one long step forward. Her slow gasping breath beats into mine. "Roma," 1 whisper tenderly, controlling for the moment the rash promptings of exhilaration, " welcome back from your long journey. Won't you tell me what you have seen? " She still stands fixed and silent. "Roma," I repeat, seizing her hand in an awful clench, "tell me--I...show more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236666976
  • 9781236666970