“I’m not going to college, John. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. I don’t know that I understand altogether. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham
roguishly. At this moment, Blueskin
appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged
with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the
murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed
and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other
ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness
intervened between the ceremony and the walls.
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