Various, The International Magazine, Volume 2…
“ In a moment more Le Prun entered, trembling like a man in an ague, his face livid and covered with a cold sweat."That, that accursed fiend, she has—the murderess—she attempted my life—upon my soul she did."There was some blood upon his hand, and more upon his lace cravat."What do you mean?" said Blassemare, growing very pale. "Why, why, you have not, great God, you have not hurt the wretched woman?" and he grasped him by the collar with a hand that trembled with mingled fury and horror. ”
