The Opposite House: A Novel — page 188: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite Flouse. 183 “Make way—or, so help me Satan, a corpse will lie here.” “Calm yourself, doctor!” replied the baroness, in a torie of icy contempt. “If you think a dotble murder will secure a better fate, you are mistaken. Eleven men will be left to arrest you, if one of their niimber falls a victim. So cease these vain threats, which will be of no avail. Am [I raving? Look, sir. Do you know this letter, do you know who accuses and denotiiices himself ?” Brand’s eyes stared at the page his gloomy ac- ctisér held out to him. Black shadows danced before his éyes, and his heart fairly stopped beating. How came this damning sheet into the hands of his enemy? With a gurgling laugh he staggered back against the wall; now he perceived that all hope was indeed over. Then a tetrible thought flashed through his brain. With sudden resolution he aimed his weapon at the head of the baroness, but thé sergéant’s sword-blade darted still more swiftly through the air, and, with a sudden blow, struck dowii the ménacing barrel. There was a loud re- port, a cloud of smoke, and Brand fell forward heavily against the sharp edge of the table. The smoke floated around the tops of the helmets. The oil-lamps flickered dimly above the head of the baroness, who, her figure drawn to its full height, still stood with uplifted hand. Nota muscle in the Comicbookks