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large/5293/cruelpainter_1203_librivox_64kb_mp3/cruelpainter_2_macdonald_64kb
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At midnight, while a peal of thunder was just dying away in the distance, the crust of death flew asunder, rending in all directions; and, pale as his investiture, staring with ghastly eyes, the form of Karl started up sitting on the couch. AT MIDNIGHT WHILE A PEAL OF THUNDER WAS JUST DYING AWAY IN THE DISTANCE THE CRUST OF DEATH FLEW ASUNDER RENDING IN ALL DIRECTIONS AND PALE AS HIS INVESTITURE GLARING WITH GHASTLY EYES THE FORM OF KARL STARTED UP SITTING ON THE COUCH
rawn thunder followed; the wind rose; and just such a storm came on as had risen some time before at the death of Kuntz, whose spectre was still tormenting the city. The gnomes of terror, deep hidden in the caverns of Teufelsbürst’s nature, broke out jubilant. With trembling hands he tried to cast the pall over the awful white chrysalis,--failed, and fled to his chamber. And there lay the studio naked to the eyes of the lightning, with its tortured forms throbbing out of the dark, and quivering, as with life, in the almost continuous palpitations of the light; while on the couch lay the motionless mass of whiteness, gleaming blue in the lightning, almost more terrible in its crude indications of the human form, than that which it enclosed. It lay there as if dropped from some tree of chaos, haggard with the snows of eternity--a huge mis-shapen nut, with a corpse for its kernel. But the lightning would soon have revealed a more terrible sight still, had there been any eyes to behold it.  BLINDED HIM A PEAL OF LONG DRAWN THUNDER FOLLOWED THE WIND ROSE AND JUST SUCH A STORM CAME ON AS HAD RISEN SOME TIME BEFORE THE DEATH OF KONTZ WHOSE SPECTRE WAS STILL TORMENTING THE CITY THE GNOMES OF TERROR DEEP HIDDEN IN THE CAVERNS OF TEUFELSBUERST'S NATURE BROKE OUT JUBILANT WITH TREMBLING HANDS HE TRIED TO CAST THE PALL OVER THE AWFUL WHITE CHRYSALIS FAILED AND FLED TO HIS CHAMBER AND THERE LAY THE STUDIO NAKED TO THE EYES OF THE LIGHTNING WITH ITS TORTURED FORMS THROBBING OUT OF THE DARK AND QUIVERING AS WITH LIFE IN THE ALMOST CONTINUOUS PALPITATIONS OF THE LIGHT WHILE ON THE COUCH LAY THE MOTIONLESS MASS OF WHITENESS GLEAMING BLUE IN THE LIGHTNING ALMOST MORE TERRIBLE IN ITS CRUDE INDICATIONS OF THE HUMAN FORM THAN THAT WHICH IT ENCLOSED IT LAY THERE AS IF DROPPED FROM SOME TREE OF CHAOS HAGGARD WITH THE SNOWS OF ETERNITY A HUGE MISSHAPEN NUT WITH A CORPSE FOR ITS KERNEL BUT THE LIGHTNING WOULD SOON HAVE REVEALED A MORE TERRIBLE SIGHT STILL HAD THERE BEEN ANY EYES TO BEHOLD IT
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