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instinctively started aside with a cry of alar, it hit ainst the door and cutting it The cut bled, the pain was

sharp: s succeeded

"Wicked and cruel boy!" I said "You are like a murderer--you are

like a slave-driver--you are like the Roman emperors!"

I had read Goldsmith's History of Roula, &c Also I had drawn parallels in silence, which I

never thought thus to have declared aloud

"What! what!" he cried "Did she say that to iana? Won't I tell rasp my hair andI really saw in him a tyrant,

a murderer I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down

: these

sensations for the time predominated over fear, and I received him

in frantic sort I don't very well knohat I did with my hands,

but he called me "Rat! Rat!" and bellowed out aloud Aid was near

hione

upstairs: she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her

maid Abbot We were parted: I heard the words "Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!"