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id: 5121
title: Dark Hollow
author: Green, Anna Katharine
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  his great chair, and head held forward, he looked like one frozen at the little hand on the judge''s rigid arm and, looking up into his face, enter this room till your son Oliver came." Judge Ostrander''s house, situated as you all know at the Meanwhile, Judge Ostrander was looking about him for Mrs. Yardley. "Judge Ostrander, I had a reason for that too; and, like my point, it is "I saw the tall figure of a man, whom I afterwards made sure was Mr. Etheridge, coming down Factory Road on his way to the bridge when I The man whose shadow you saw must have reached the bridge by this time. I am going to live with Judge Ostrander, Mrs. Yardley;--keep house for him, myself and daughter. "Mrs. Scoville, I hear that Judge Ostrander has got your daughter a Judge Ostrander wheeled about, gave the man a searching look, and


id: 12191
title: The Red Axe
author: Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
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  "One day I shall be a man-at-arms, too," I said once to Hanne, "and ride moonlight, the Duke Casimir loved to come home amid the red flame of Duke Casimir turned quickly to my father, showing his long teeth like a "Red Axe," said the Duke, much moved, "of a truth you are a great "A good-day to you, Hugo Gottfried!" said Master Gerard, quietly, looking "Never be Duke''s Justicer!" cried Master Gerard, looking up with his hand "It is like my father," she said, after a little; "but since I also go "I think not," said I, smiling, "so long as the Red Axe of the Mark has a Princess had said, a land in which the strong hand of Karl the Prince had "Out with it, man!" said the Prince, more like, as it seemed to me, a "Prince, you love the Princess!" said I, thrusting out my hand to him


id: 11323
title: Caleb Williams; Or, Things as They Are
author: Godwin, William
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  "Falkland," said he, after having appeared for a short period absorbed He had now been some time in bed, and, as every thing was still, Mr. Falkland hoped that he slept; but in that he was mistaken. Mr. Falkland had experienced the nullity of all expostulation with Mr. Tyrrel, and was therefore content in the present case with confining his not think it right in the present situation to leave Mr. Falkland. this time I could not get it out of my mind for a moment: "Mr. Falkland In no long time after the disclosure Mr. Falkland had made, Mr. Forester, his elder brother by the mother''s side, came to reside for a With a mind so accomplished and a spirit so susceptible as that of Mr. Falkland, Mr. Forester did not venture to let loose his usual violence I knew the inflexibility and sternness of Mr. Falkland''s mind in accomplishing the purposes he had at heart; but I


id: 32087
title: The Executioner
author: Riley, Frank
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  Sir Jacques de Carougne, Lord High Executioner for the Seventh Judicial Jacques recognized the voice of Guy de Archambault, the Court Bailiff, Jacques ripped the white tunic from his squire''s trembling hands and Jacques turned in time to see the Bailiff bow low. "You see, Sir Jacques, this execution is very important to The Chief Justice shook his wig in Jacques'' face. Sir Mallory stepped back, spreading out his hands as if to show Jacques If the Chief Justice noted that Jacques said "await" instead of the more After lacing on Jacques'' boots, the squire stepped back, snatching an "Well done, Squire," said Jacques. With a sly wink at Jacques, the Bailiff took Ann firmly by the arm and Jacques looked away from Ann to watch the Chief Justice. Moving mechanically, Jacques stepped toward Ann. The jailers crossed Ann held the pistol loosely at her side, and looked toward Jacques,


id: 37650
title: An Enquiry into the Causes of the Frequent Executions at Tyburn (1725)
author: Mandeville, Bernard
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  before, Jonathan Wild, self-proclaimed "Thief-Catcher General of _Great many pamphlets of the time concerned with the criminal and the lower Mandeville''s suggestion that the bodies of the executed be turned over J., _Hanging not punishment enough, for Murtherers, High-way Men, and that if he who takes Money for stolen Goods is a principal Felon, and appear in open Court, and speak before a Judge, are terrible Things to stole from a Man that is of vast Concern to him, and yet of no Use but now I have been writing, I have heard Men of Worth and good Sense come stolen Goods, even tho'' there was no express Law against it, is, on many Stealing, but likewise makes it Felony, knowingly to buy stolen Goods; publick Good and common Security, in which he has a Share. _Of Regulations concerning_ FELONS _in Prison, and the good Effects


id: 34243
title: The Headswoman
author: Grahame, Kenneth
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  "Well, gentlemen," the Mayor was saying, "this little business appears "Good-evening, Enguerrand," cried Jeanne pleasantly; she was thinking "Jeanne," said Enguerrand, with some hesitation, "you''ve touched upon "Well, Enguerrand," said Jeanne, composing herself with an effort, "She''s not a bad sort of girl, little Claire," said Enguerrand "That will do, Enguerrand," said Jeanne proudly; "it seems that when "Upon my word, Robinet," said the Mayor, "I don''t know what''s the matter "Nay, it is nothing, kind sir," replied Jeanne; "we girls who work for "Nay, sir," laughed Jeanne, "I work in the market-place most mornings, "Well, I wish he''d hurry up now, to oblige a lady," said Jeanne, "Then, sir," said Jeanne, blushing, "suppose I were to assist you in "And now, sir," said Jeanne, "if you will kindly come this way: and "Now, look here, Mr. Mayor," said Jeanne severely, "you utterly fail to


id: 46579
title: My Experiences as an Executioner
author: Berry, James
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  that the magistrates of the city of Edinburgh wanted a man to execute day appointed for the execution, the work was carried through weight of the head in a man''s hanging weight, works out the drop to a only cause of death in the old method of hanging, before the long drop knife has been raised and dropped a second time before causing death. future executions new trap-doors should be made about three times headed, "The Drop," of the chapter on "My Method of Execution." executed, caused a great sensation at the time. After the sentence of death, even up to the time of the execution, day of the murder his wife was away from home for some time without to be taken in his case, was executed by me in the same gaol in which (18), executed in Maidstone Gaol for the murder of a time-keeper at


id: 51257
title: The Furious Rose
author: Evans, Dean
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  Tony Radek was getting old. girl who looked about as ghoulish as one of the nice red ritual roses _Damn the dame, why didn''t she go home?_ Tony Radek''s upper lip lifted He turned his head to the right, stared at the Master Screen and waited. "What?" The Master Screen trembled a little and the narrow-faced man''s "Look who''s making the lights flicker now," said Tony calmly. Let old hell-hips up in Supplies and Control the old Constitution--that said a man had to sit and look at him. "Yes, sir." Tony''s hand flew to the matswitch, pulled it. Tony''s hand reached out for the button on Supplies and Control. red rose would right away turn white, Tony. "A man," said Tony with a vague motion of his hands. the Master Screen glowed and a narrow-faced man with washed-away eyes "Condemned is waiting, _Mr._ Radek," the narrow-faced man said acidly. Tony looked into the screen.


id: 58980
title: A Witch in Time
author: Williams, Herb
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  Nat Lyon looked nervously at the girl huddled in the corner of the time century, tall, ascetic Anton Bor, Chief of the Time Inspection Corps, Nat tore his eyes from the man with the scroll and looked at the "I understand not this time travel," Abby said thoughtfully. "Abby," Nat finally whispered, "I''m going to give you the best Abby studied Nat''s face. Abby threw her arms around Nat, buried her head in his shoulder. Nat and Abby had learned the language thoroughly through the time Ten years before, Nat and Abby had cached the time machine a hundred "Perhaps, Dear Nat," Abby said, lapsing into her original old New thoroughness!" the man laughed, using the vernacular of Nat''s own time. "Abby," Nat cried. "They''re getting closer each time, Abby," Nat said reflectively. Nat and Abby stood before the Judgement Tribunal in the 25th century. This time Nat was prepared.


id: 61204
title: The Recruit
author: Walton, Bryce
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  They heard Wayne slouching loosely down the stairs and looked up. "Hell," Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. "So gimme the keys," Wayne said. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. A tired fat corporal with a naked head blinked up at tall Wayne. "Hold your teeth, pop," Wayne said, coolly and slowly lighting a The corporal''s little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement. Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. "Wayne Seton," said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something "Yes, sir," Wayne said. "Yes, sir," Wayne said. Wayne''s breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder sat rigid, eyes fixed on Wayne like balls of frozen glass. Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons "Okay, you creep," Wayne said. "No use running," Wayne said. Wayne took his time.


id: 61335
title: I, Executioner
author: White, Ted
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  I always shook when I came out of the Arena, but this time the tension Perhaps thirty people were sitting on the floor of the Arena, where three proctors were having an awkward time carrying him into the Arena Strange eyes; light blue irises, surrounded by a ring of dark blue, and "Yes," said a faint voice, and then, "I''m sorry," the little "Look," I said to her, and showed her my hand. "How long does it take to love somebody?" I said, but my voice was turned I saw the light green uniform of a proctor in the vague street Shielding my face from the light, I tried to make my voice calm. morning," the proctor said. "We''re not killers, Miss," he said, and his voice was incredibly calm. light and the red Executioner''s button, was a young man staring at me. I could feel his stare, like a cool hand touching me.


id: 61332
title: This Way to the Egress
author: Fetler, Andrew
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  "Was it the same voice you heard the first two nights?" Mrs. Tilton Mrs. Tilton rose to get the coffee. "I''ll get your coffee," she said, and went into the kitchen. Mrs. Tilton went to get the berries. "Picked this morning," Mrs. Tilton said, setting a bowl of strawberries "You might like a walk after breakfast," Mrs. Tilton suggested. Mrs. Tilton looked at the old man as if she did not understand. Mrs. Tilton watched him drink the coffee. "Don''t you want the strawberries, Mr. Coat?" He had just finished drinking the coffee when he heard the child''s Mrs. Tilton straightened herself, holding her back with both hands. Out in the vegetable patch, he saw Mrs. Tilton was looking about for He stuck the telegram behind the radishes and looked out the door. "You heard the child again, Mr. Coat?" Mrs. Tilton moved the basket "Thank you, Mrs. Tilton."


