A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 133: what you’re looking at

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A SERVANT OF SATAN. 125 Ee tainerices might be should he be recognized by the man who had attended him several times during his illness on the Island of Nou. But with his usual coolness in matters of the kind he did not show his terror either by word ve look. During fa course of the piece, Nina having dropped her fan, her neighbor picked it up, and seized this occasion to enter into conversation with her. He looked several times inquiringly at Frederick as if seeking to recall to mind a half-forgotten face. At last, bowing meio he addressed himself to the man, saying: ‘*T can’t help thinking that I have had the pleasure of meeting you before, but I cannot remember where.” With incredible audacity Frederick quietly replied: ‘*Your face also seems very familiar to me. Perhaps we have met at Paris. Have you been long absent from France?” | Thereupon the conversation turned on Paris and Parisian society, and toward midnight ‘‘Mr. and Mrs. Muller,” taking leave of the surgeon, returned on board the Tigre. Early the next morning, before the steamer cast loose its moorings, Frederick, who was smoking his morning’s cigar on deck, saw a sight which, hard-hearted as he was, deeply moved him. A Jesuit missionary was carried on board ina dying condition. This unfortunate man had been detained for two years as a prisoner by the Anamites, and during the whole of this time the inhuman monsters had kept him in a wooden cage, so small that he coula neither stand up nor lie.down. As an additional refine- ment of cruelty, thick wedges of wood had been inserted between his fingers and toes and secured there with supple willow twigs. The hair of the poor wretch, who was only twenty-six years old, had become as white as snow, and he was entirely paralyzed! He died before the vessel reached Hong-Kong. “comicbooks: Eco . Fa ‘ Fy :