The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807Pyle, Howard
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The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807
Pyle, Howard
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
Meantime his conductor, having lit a quantity of wax candles upon the
mantel-shelf, and having laid aside the mask that for all this while
had concealed his identity, turned at last to our hero a face whose
lineaments, though extremely handsome, were as pale as wax and furrowed
with the lines of a most consuming care. A quantity of hair as black
as ebony curled about his alabaster forehead, and he fixed upon his
visitor a pair of large and sombre eyes whose piercing brilliancy
betrayed an illimitable anxiety of soul. Beautiful, however, as was
the countenance presented to the observer, there was in the hardness
of its lines and the thin and compressed nervousness of the lips a
stern relentlessness of expression that the smouldering and sinister
fire which glowed in the eyes alone might be needed to enflame into a
conflagration of rage and of cruelty.
Having motioned Griscombe to a soft and luxuriant seat upon the other
side of the fire, himself leaning with an elegant ease against the
mantel-shelf, this strange and singular being composed himself as
though with a considerable effort, and addressed to his listener the
following extraordinary discourse, without any preface whatever:--
"You will doubtless be considerably surprised," he said, "to learn that
you behold before you one who feels well assured that he is already
condemned to an unknown death that shall visit him perhaps within the
course of a day or two--perhaps within the course of a few hours. I
know perfectly well that you may be inclined even to doubt the truth
of so extraordinary a statement or to question the entire sanity of
one who propounds so startling a statement. Nor can I even enter into
such an account of my miserable circumstances as shall convince you at
once of my truthfulness and of my sanity, without involving you also
in the danger in which I lie entrapped. Should you be the recipient of
my confidence, certain death would probably await you, as I believe
it awaits me; and you would thus be prevented from carrying out the
important commission that I am now about to impose upon you."
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