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But now arose a wild cry of wrath and revenge and rescue

A universal hiss of steel, as every sept from its scabbard,

seemed to tear the very air in shreds I heard the rush of hundreds

towards the platforrasp of the

brute's throat His eyes were already starting fro out My anxious hope was, that, even after they had

killed ripe of his throat, before

theI therefore threw all my will, and

force, and purpose, into the grasping hand I remember no blow A

faintness came over me, and my consciousness departed