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Could it be possible they were really going to murder the unhappy

wretch? and could all those beautiful ladies--could that surpassingly

beautiful queen, stand there serenely unmoved, to witness such a crime?

While he yet looked round in horror, the dooed forward by his guards Paralyzed

as he was, at sight of the stage which he knew to be the scaffold, he

uttered shriek after shriek of frenzied despair, and struggled like

a led in the

folds of the serpent; they pulled him on, bound him hand and foot, and

held his head forcibly down on the block

The black spectreaxe was

raised--fell--a screaht jet of blood spouted up

in the soldiers faces, blinding theain, and the Earl