A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 93: what you’re looking at

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A SERVANT OF SATAN. rea 89 herself down on a lounge and closed her eyes. She breathed more heavily than before, and from time to time passed her hand across her forehead, which was bathed in cold perspi- ration. All at once she opened her eyes again. ‘They were now dilated as if by pain. ‘‘ Frederick,” she cried, in a low, oppressed kind of tone, ““nlease come here. Iam not feeling well. I wish you would give me a glass of water.” He walked to a side table and brought her a large glass filled to the brim with iced water, which she drank eagerly. ‘‘T am so sleepy,” murmured she, lying down again on the cushions. Frederick sat down near her on the edge of the lounge, and watched her curiously. Her face had assumed a cadaverous aspect, and now and again she shuddered from head to foot. She appeared to be suffocating, and there was a bluish tint round her drawn mouth and sunken eyes. Frederick did not move. His face was nearly as white as that of his vic- tim. But he made no attempt to help or to-assist her. He cruelly, and in cold blood this time, allowed the poison to take definite hold of her system, and his pitiless eyes re- mained fastened on her distorted face without once relent- ing. Gradually her breathing became less and less audible, and a few moments later it had entirely ceased. Placing his hand to her bosom he convinced himself that the beating of the heart had stopped forever. Then arising from the couch he calmly removed ta pic- ture from its place on the table, and then, loudly ringing the bell, he summoned the servants. The violence of the peal brought two or three of them to the door. They found Baron Wolff apparently in a state of extreme excitement, trying with all his might to revive their mistress as she lay unconscious on the sofa. iD : Eomircboo <S (el) - v - ee gis vrs éo re *