Граф Монте-Кристо

The Rain of Blood.

           Theshothadfrightfullylaceratedherthroat,leavingtwogapingwoundsfromwhich,aswellasthemouth,thebloodwaspouringinfloods.Shewasstonedead.Istrodepasther,andascendedtothesleepingchamber,whichpresentedanappearanceofthewildestdisorder.Thefurniturehadbeenknockedoverinthedeadlystrugglethathadtakenplacethere,andthesheets,towhichtheunfortunatejewellerhaddoubtlessclung,weredraggedacrosstheroom.Themurderedmanlayonthefloor,hisheadleaningagainstthewall,andabouthimwasapoolofbloodwhichpouredforthfromthreelargewoundsinhisbreast;therewasafourthgash,inwhichalongtableknifewasplungeduptothehandle.

           "Istumbledoversomeobject;Istoopedtoexamineitwasthesecondpistol,whichhadnotgoneoff,probablyfromthepowderbeingwet.Iapproachedthejeweller,whowasnotquitedead,andatthesoundofmyfootstepsandthecreakingofthefloor,heopenedhiseyes,fixedthemonmewithananxiousandinquiringgaze,movedhislipsasthoughtryingtospeak,then,overcomebytheeffort,fellbackandexpired.Thisappallingsightalmostbereftmeofmysenses,andfindingthatIcouldnolongerbeofservicetoanyoneinthehouse,myonlydesirewastofly.Irushedtowardsthestaircase,clutchingmyhair,andutteringagroanofhorror.Uponreachingtheroombelow,Ifoundfiveorsixcustom-houseofficers,andtwoorthreegendarmesallheavilyarmed.Theythrewthemselvesuponme.Imadenoresistance;Iwasnolongermasterofmysenses.

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