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"Take it away, Villiers, never speak of this again. Are you made of stone, man? Why, the dread and horror of death itself, the thoughts of the man who stands in the keen morning air on the black platform, bound, the bell tolling in his ears, and waits for the harsh rattle of the bolt, are as nothing compared to this. I will not read it; I should never sleep again." TAKE IT AWAY VILLIERS NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN ARE YOU MADE OF STONE MAN WHY THE DREAD AND HORROR OF DEATH ITSELF THE THOUGHTS OF THE MAN WHO STANDS IN THE KEEN MORNING AIR ON THE BLACK PLATFORM BOUND THE BELL TOLLING IN HIS EARS AND WAITS FOR THE HARSH RATTLE OF THE BOLT OR AS NOTHING COMPARED TO THIS I WILL NOT READ IT I SHOULD NEVER SLEEP AGAIN
uld call on Mrs. Beaumont.” “You would never go into such a house as that? No, no, Villiers, you cannot do it. Besides, consider; what result...” “I will tell you soon. But I was going to say that my information does not end here; it has been completed in an extraordinary manner. “Look at this neat little packet of manuscript; it is paginated, you see, and I have indulged in the civil coquetry of a ribbon of red tape. It has almost a legal air, hasn’t it? Run your eye over it, Austin. It is an account of the entertainment Mrs. Beaumont provided for her choicer guests. The man who wrote this escaped with his life, but I do not think he will live many years. The doctors tell him he must have sustained some severe shock to the nerves.” Austin took the manuscript, but never read it. Opening the neat pages at haphazard his eye was caught by a word and a phrase that followed it; and, sick at heart, with white lips and a cold sweat pouring like water from his temples, he flung the paper down. D MY IDEA WAS THAT CLARKE AND I SHOULD CALL ON MISSUS BEAUMONT YOU WOULD NEVER GO INTO SUCH A HOUSE AS THAT NO NO VILLIERS YOU CANNOT DO IT BESIDES CONSIDER WHAT RESULT I WILL TELL YOU SOON BUT I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT MY INFORMATION DOES NOT END HERE IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED IN AN EXTRAORDINARY MANNER LOOK AT THIS NEAT LITTLE PACKET OF MANUSCRIPT IT IS PAGENATED YOU SEE AND I HAVE INDULGED IN THE CIVIL COQUETRY OF A RIBBON OF RED TAPE IT HAS ALMOST A LEGAL AIR HASN'T IT RUN YOUR EYE OVER IT AUSTIN IT IS AN ACCOUNT OF THE ENTERTAINMENT MISSUS BEAUMONT PROVIDED FOR HER CHOICER GUESTS THE MAN WHO WROTE THIS ESCAPED WITH HIS LIFE BUT I DO NOT THINK HE WILL LIVE MANY YEARS THE DOCTORS TELL HIM HE MUST HAVE SUSTAINED SOME SEVERE SHOCK TO THE NERVES AUSTIN TOOK THE MANUSCRIPT BUT NEVER READ IT OPENING THE NEAT PAGES AT HAPHAZARD HIS EYE WAS CAUGHT BY A WORD AND A PHRASE THAT FOLLOWED IT AND SICK AT HEART WITH WHITE LIPS AND A COLD SWEAT POURING LIKE WATER FROM HIS TEMPLES HE FLUNG THE PAPER DOWN
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