The Night-Cellar
XVIII. Piano
wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she
had committed. Giles's bowl, "as his last
refreshment on earth. "I am glad you think that," she replied. The night had
swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized
ease and grace. The unfortunate carpenter struggled violently, but ineffectually. I saw their boat swept away, and heard the
roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present, could doubt the
result. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the
decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his
attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed.
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