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On reaching the rooone

The solitude disquieted him, particularly as it was now nearly dark, and

he could hardly hope to finish before night cleaning the blood-stained

floors and staircase

He appeared, however, to sub water and brushes

The evening was far advanced, and still Julio was occupied in scouring

How it happened he could not understand, but new spots of blood were

continually appearing, even in places that he had washed several times

This was particularly the case in the room where the murder had been

committed Do what he would, he could not efface the marks of blood The

sweat poured down his cheeks and he vented his rage in angry words against

hisshades of night

rendered his nervous systehtest ih the leaves of the trees, at the least

grating of the weathercock as it turned on its pivot, he stopped his work

and looked anxiously around him