Caught in the Snare — page 150: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Ralph, e, com- eternal reafter, er tone 1@ wan- ar, and magni- it. But t 1s too touched ; ‘once S up to tement. ly face Perci- 1, ‘will e deep h rage lung’ } The Catastrophe. 137 The hot blood spurted up in his face. With one wild cry of mortal agony she fell to the ground. De Lisle stood above her, ghastly and paralyzed by the awful deed. With one last effort, she ivse on her elbow, fixed her dying eyes on his face and drew out the dagger. <A torrent of blood flowed over her snowy hands, and dyed with crimson the floor around. Her white lips parted, but no sound came torth, her eyes grew giazed and sightless, and she fell back, stiff and cold and lifeless. And there, in the light of the solemn stars, in the lonely silence of the night, the fearful tragedy had been enacted. The cold glare of the moon- light streaming through the broken casement fell softly and pityingly on the still form that lay on the ground. The goiden hair feli over her face, but the wild, despairing eyes seemed still fixed on the face of her murderer, as he stood like one turned to stone above her. Her white festal gar- ments were red with blood, and one little hand stiii held the dagger, dyed with the same dread- ful hue. De Lisle stood rooted to the ground, feeling as thought he neither lived nor breathed. Every- thine danced red and fiery before his eyes, his brain and heart seemed rending in. twain. ft blte - _ a OY Seer, we comicbook