Lady Evelyn — page 84: what you’re looking at

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freedom, then its cold- muzzle pressed hard against the temple of his fallen foe. For one second the blue eyes of Rory Desmond looked steadily up in the face above him—a look his murderer might never forget to his dying day. Then there was a bound, a convulsive leap, a strangling cry for help; then the report of a pistol rang out over the solemn sea, there was a brief struggle, one or two convulsive throes, and he Crime of Cain, 99 the golden head fell back on the blood-stained grass, the © blue eyes stared blankly up at the brilliant morning sky. And a great calm fell! The murderer’s eyes looked over the wide ocean. Far off, rounding a distant point, a boat, propelled by a single rower, sped—the cutter of the “Dancing Dervish,” and honest Mike Muldoon. Far below, the rising tide licked the steep sides of the rock. One plunge, and the dead tell no tales. He lifted the stark body i in his arms, and hurled it over. There was a great plunge—it went straight down like a stone. But, as he flung it from him, he could have sworn the dead eyes moved, and the dead lips parted with the words they had uttered in the crowded court—the deathless re- proach of the murdered Cesar, “And thou, Brutus?” He pressed his hand over his eyes to shut out the horrid vision, and, hurling the pistol far into the calm sea, fled like a-madman from the spot. (aCe) =) « @ cbooks.co