Caught in the Snare — page 151: what you’re looking at

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138 The Catastrophe. —_ _—— + Heaven of heavens! How those dytitv, despair- ing eyes seemed glaring upon him! Maddened, frenzied, crazed, he turned to rush from the building. His foot struck against something and he stumbled. He glanced down, and saw it was the fatal dagger. W§uth a fear- ful oath he hurled it over the craggy blutt, and fled out into the open air. He paused for a moment and pressed his hands heavily to his burning temples that throbbed madly beneath his fingers. His eyes were like burning coals, his lips were hot and parched, and his hands trembled as though he were stricken with the palsy. The night wind seemed to shriek in his ear, “Murderer.” Ringing—ringing through heart and brain was that last dying cry, until he stopped his ears in agonized horror. In all that tempest of remorse and terror arose before him the oft-spoken words, “What next?” What should he do? Whither should he go? His first impulse was to rush from that dread- ful spot, and fly—fly far from the world, far from his fellow men, and far from himselt. One other idea filled his mind: it was to destroy the evidence of his crime, to burn the old house and what it contained. He could not endure to see it standing there, so dark and ghastly, seem- ing to mock him tn his agony of remorse. There the an lag in cri m ro St comicbooks.com