The Mission of Poubalov — page 163: what you’re looking at

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THE LITTLE FRONT ROOM. 159 CHAPTER XX. THE LITTLE FRONT ROOM. When Poubalov had fallen to the floor of the car and ara was bending over him, his dark eyes shone with sav- age luster as he said: “Tam not hurt, Miss Hilman, but I would I were, if I could thereby gain your sympathy.’”’ “Not hurt!’’ she repeated aghast at the spectacle he presented, and unable to credit his words. He lay flat on his back, and protruding upward from his closely-but- toned coat was the dagger. It looked as if half the length ‘of the blade had been buried in his body. The passengers gathered about, horrified and excited, while the man whom they supposed to be dying, sat up in the aisle and deliberately wrenched the blade from his bosom. _ “‘See,’*he said holding it aloft where nearly everybody could observe it, ‘‘the point is badly blunted, and I shall have to grind if down, but there is no blood upon it!’’ Then he laughed quietly, sprang to his feet, and with Strong arms helped Clara back to her chair. She was ter- ribly shocked by the episode, for Litizki’s melancholy meditations rushed back upon her, and she seemed again to hear him promising yet to do something for her that should be of great service. And this was it! She did not then realize that it was a remark of her own that had inspired his mad brain to action, and it was well as she did, accusing herself of failing to foresee what would happen if the little tailor were permitted to go on tormenting himself with the mystery, and indulging his that she did not, for it was enough that she should suffer - (C(O) im i mmeasurable hatred of Poubalovy. How could ebooks