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message to his dark thought. He looked
towards the Eastern hills for some light to
come to his anguished soul, but there was
no sign of any dawn. Were they, then, all
blind, those shining eyes overhead, or how
could they look so indifferently on all the
wounds, all the tears, and all the horror of
the night? Was there, then, no pity in the
sun that was soon again to purple yonder
hills with blood, soon again to light the track
for Death to stalk his victims from valley to
valley, from cliff to cliff? What had this
fair world done to be thus torn asunder by
the sinister birds of prey of evil, what had
these poor men done to be driven to murder
those they were meant to love!
A sound of unspeakable terror came
hissing through the poplars along the
chaussée, splitting the darkness with
lightning speed as it flew past him. A terrific
blast of air lifted him off his feet and hurled
him senseless against the wall.
The sharp pain in his head roused him at
last. He got on his feet and tried to walk,
but his knees shook so that he had to lean
against the wall to avoid falling. Holding
on with both hands to the wall he dragged
himself to the porch.
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