A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 183: what you’re looking at

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A SERVANT OF SATAN, 115 Frederick staggered slightly, as if under some sword- stroke from an unseen hand. A great faintness came upon him. For a moment he was speechless and mute. She looked up at him steadily once. Then she spoke again in that cold, forced, measured voice which seemed to his ear as hard and pitiless as the strokes of an iron hammer. ‘‘T ask you how you parted with him?” With a mighty effort he broke the spell which held him mute, and murmured, with a suffocated sound in his voiegs as though some hand were clutching at his throat: ““T left him Rott pene happy. Why do you ask me? I know nothing more.’ ** Are you so sure of that?” she pale fixing her cold eyes upon him. ‘“Lady Alice! what do you mean?” erolttned Frederick, who, seeing the danger, was regaining his entire self- possession. ae ‘‘ Nothing,” she answered igenrilg: “Go. Itis best so. I must have time—time to think.” She passed her hand over her forehead twice, as if in pain, and he, bowing low, walked down stairs blindly, not knowing whither he went. Mechanically he reached the entrance, passed the threshold, and went out into the breny spring sunlight, = . (Glo) Eomicbooks