He was dragged from behind the chair.
"I have been in many a comedy," he cried, "but now I play my own tragedy!"
Him they dispatched with a double-edged sword, and cast him down; he fell without a groan, yet strangely murmured, "Amen."
Major Harrison, with his bloody weapon in his hand, swept across the chamber through the farther entrance into the next, and his soldiers after him.
Mrs. Griffiths now woke from her stupor of dismay and rushed from one body to another as they lay yet warm at her feet.
And when she found that they who had lately been speaking to her were hideously dead, and her hands all blooded with the touching of them, she turned and cursed the soldiery in her agony.
"Silence! thou railing woman!" one of them cried.
She seized one of the empty pistols from the window-seat and struck at the man.
"God's Mother avenge us!" she shrieked.