The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 400: what you’re looking at

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370 THE COURT OF LONDON It fell like a human being, with the dull, dead sound which no other thing on earth sends forth when falling, and a sus- picion that all was not right flashed through the brain of the constable. Springing from his seat, he rushed to the folding doors, burst them open, and precipitated himself into the apart- ment. There what a spectacle met his eyes! Upon the sofa lay Fernanda, her head hanging over the side, and her form without the least quivering of vitality left; and, close by, her husband was stretched on the carpet, also stone dead. The empty phials bore testimony to the fact that some potent poison had served as the means of self-destruction; _ and such indeed was the last use that the guilty Fernanda’ made of the Heir’s Friend. Gomicbooks-co