BOOK SEVENTH.
CHAPTER 8. THE UTILITY OF WINDOWS WHICH OPEN ON THE RIVER.
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She could not even utter a cry. She saw the poniard descend
upon Phoebus, and rise again, reeking.
"Maledictions!" said the captain, and fell.
She fainted.
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished
in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted
upon her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of
the executioner.
When she recovered her senses, she was surrounded by
soldiers of the watch they were carrying away the captain,
bathed in his blood the priest had disappeared; the window
at the back of the room which opened on the river was
wide open; they picked up a cloak which they supposed to
belong to the officer and she heard them saying around her,
"'Tis a sorceress who has stabbed a captain."
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