the midnight moon, with her black tresses flowing
loosely, and with her red lips glued to my arm. With a shriek of horror I
dashed her backwards, getting one last glimpse of her savage eyes,
glowing white face and blood-stained red lips; then I rushed out to the
night, moved on by my fear and hatred, nor did I pause in my mad
flight until I had left miles between me and that accursed Cottage on
the Moor.
THE END
2 RTEXTR*ch
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