Rose Mortimer; Or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge — page 39: what you’re looking at

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eee _- ——_—— a --— —_--—- -—— ROSE MORTIMER; OR, THE BALLEY-GIRL’S REVENGE. SS mM am | . i [“HELP! HELP!’’ SHRIEKED THE TERRIFIED RALULET-GIRI. | Fetching a broken piece of iron fromthe fireplace, | But for how long? she withits aid knocked in the nails again. | As she stood now the eandle-light fell full upon The old wreteh paused for a moment, and raising | her eyil face, and Rose thought she never yet seen so the eandle above her head, shaded her cyes, and) forbidding a countenance. scanned the floor around. Ifer eyes were bloodshot, and peered out from be- There were the stains *f blood upon one of the neath bushy grey eyebrows, rough and ragged. boards, and these she shuffled out with her feet. Her mouth was like a split in her face, from which — | Then she cautiously hid the instrument. of torture | protruded two great teeth, more like those of some up the chimney and glanced round again. k | wild animal than a human being. There was now nothing in the appearance of the | Her frame was tall and muscular, and Rose could room to lead a casual observer to suppose that so | easily understand that the unhappy Miriam had strug- dreadful a deed had been committed in it. eled vainly to resist her murderous attacks. The evidences of her crime had disappeared. ‘And I, too,’’ Rose could not help thinking, “‘ shall lor a time, at least, she was safe. | T also fall a victim to her brutality ?” pn Dials ECON GIOOKSACO