Stories with a Vengeance — page 128: what you’re looking at

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126 . THE SPZCTRE OF THE STRAND. Out, like a sigh, escaped the life from his | picked u body that awful night—leaving him soulless, | night of the ome storm. cheerless, hopeless, aimless—a prematurely old, old man! The sorrows of the hapless Marie will never be known—their sad termination alone can be recorded. In the waters of the Thames—the pellucid water that ripples ever joyously past ver- dant meadows and graceful ferns, miles away from the City, and near the river’s the wounded heart was healed—the choking sob was quenched—she slept at last! Her body it was which the Thames Police EPILOGUE. Evremond De Mouvrier is dead! “The Spectre of the Strand” is no more! near Blackfriars Bridge the In a lonesome cellar in Clare Market, Drury Lane, one sad September day, the wretched man was found lying on a straw source—there the tired limbs found rest— | pallet—a corpse! His bonds had been cleft by an unseen hand! Nature had reunited him to Marie! CY, JOO S CO)