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Now is she in the right position; he steps back, and raising the knout,

brings it down upon Eleonore's back with such accuracy that it takes off

a strip of skin fros the knout

aneith the same accuracy and the sas in shreds over her girdle, her whole for spectators venture not a single bravo for this

dexterous executioner

The work is finished! With a flayed back Eleonore is raised upon the

shoulders of the executioner She has not screamed, she has not moaned,

she has remained dueance and expiation for the shaain advances the executioner, with a pair of pincers in his hand

Eleonore looks at hier

"What would you?" she coldly asks

"Tear out your tongue!" answers he, with a rude laugh Two of the

executioner's assistants then seizing her, grasp her head

This tith Freeing

herself frorasp of these barbarous executioners, she falls upon

her knees, and, raising her bloody ar at the spectators, she i her eyes toward the proud is there for grace and mercy

But as all remained silent, and as neither God nor e took possession of Eleonore's