E. Phillips Oppenheim

E. Phillips Oppenheim

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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  My Dreadful Secret (1901)

“ I had run my sword through him to the hilt. There was another cry from the girl. I stood stupefied, watching the drops of blood fall from the end of my sword to the pavement, and the ghastly shade of death pass over the face of the man whom I had killed.
Then I heard rapid words in my ear, and, looking up, found the girl by my side.
"Oh, sir, you must fly at once!" She produced a lace handkerchief from her pocket, and commenced rapidly binding up my arm. "He deserved it!" she said, glancing with a shudder to where the dead man lay; "but he is the nephew of the Cardinal, and you must fly.
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Portrait of E. Phillips Oppenheim E. Phillips Oppenheim,  My Dreadful Secret (1901)

“ I myself was in the shadow of a vast grey stone building of architecture strange to me, and a clumsily built balcony jutting out above my head threw a slanting shade upon the ground beneath, deepening the obscurity in which I stood. It seemed to me that the warm, odorous air was richer and softer than any which I had breathed before, and the moon shone with a mellow, golden light in a sky the like of which has assuredly never stretched its glittering arc over the smoky Metropolis. ”
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