Vashti's Fate — page 20: what you’re looking at

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», TRAGEDYF. ae The captain made a great effort to recover his dignity, strutted and swore, and foamed to and fro, and at last de- claring that he would not fight with a woman, dispatched his lieutenant above stairs. At his approach Margery flung wide the door, saying, as she pointed to a still inner room : ‘“There he is, in there; but he’s got his death-wound, I believe. Small chance of his being able to be moved at present. ” She waved her hand majestically for the officer to pass, and with a respectful inclination of his head he did so. Roscoe Everleigh lay upon a snowy couch, his handsome face white as the pillow it pressed. Philip was endeavoring -to stanch the blood, which flowed darkly over the counter- pane, from a wound by his side, and two or three other servants were busy about him, doing whatever they could, » He had already been sent for, and the messenger must have found him near at hand, for he followed close upon the officer’s step into the room. He was a small man, with keen, bright, humorous eyes, a large nose, and a shuffling gait: a man about forty. He proceeded immediately to the bed- side, examining the wounded man attentively, without ap- which was little enough, till the physician arrived. pearing to notice anybody else in the room. Everleigh was still unconscious, but as the doctor pro- ceeded with his ministrations, he opened his eyes feebly, looked, and closed them again with a deep sigh. The lieutenant stood by till the doctor had finished, and then followed him silently from the room. ‘Can that man be moved to-night without risk of his life?” he asked. “No, sir!” was the emphatic reply. ‘Will he live, think you?” (E(@) 000k mn (E(@)