19/30 The old man squealed, and we had to squelch him.' Says Mr.John Scott: 'You've brought the curse of Cain upon me!' Says t'other one, 'It was chance. What's done is done, and can't be undone. What's past remedy is past regret. And what can't be cured must be endured. The old man squealed, and had to be squelched, or he'd have brought the house about our ears--'" "Oh, my father! my dear father! my poor, murdered father! And _you_! oh _you_! with the beauty and glory of the archangel, and the cruelty and deceit of the arch fiend, I can never look upon your face again--never! The sight would blast me like a flame of fire," raved Salome, throwing back her head, wringing her hands, and gasping as if for breath of life. |