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Death in the world you must not delay.” “I will be submissive to
you. I see in your face that you know I can do nothing else than
this. I know you are true.” The old man kissed her, and hurried her
into his room, and turned the key; then, came hurrying back to the
Doctor, and opened the window and partly opened the window
and partly opened the blind, and put his hand upon the Doctor’s
arm, and looked out with him into the courtyard.

Looked out upon a throng of men and women: not enough in
number, or near enough, to fill the courtyard: not more than forty
or fifty in all. The people in possession of the house had let them in
at the gate, and they had rushed in to work at the grindstone; it
had evidently been set up there for their purpose, as in a
convenient and retired spot.

But, such awful workers, and such awful work!
The grindstone had a double handle, and, turning at it madly were
two men, whose faces, as their long hair flapped back when the
whirlings of the grindstone brought their faces up, were more
horrible and cruel than the visages of the wildest savages in their
most barbarous disguise. False eyebrows and false moustaches
were stuck upon them, and their hideous countenances were all
bloody and sweaty, and all awry with bowling, and all staring and
glaring with beastly excitement and want of sleep. As these
ruffians turned and turned, their matted locks now flung forward
over their eyes, now flung backward over their necks, some
women held wine to their mouths that they might drink; and what
with dropping blood, and what with dropping wine, and what
with the stream of sparks struck out of the stone, all their wicked
atmosphere seemed gore and fire.

The eye could not detect one creature in the group free from the
smear of blood.

Shouldering one another to get next at the sharpening-stone, were
men stripped to the waist, with the stain all over their limbs and
bodies; men in all sorts of rags, with the stain upon those rags; men
devilishly set off with spoils of women’s lace and silk and ribbon,
with the stain dyeing those trifles through and through. Hatchets,
knives, bayonets, swords, all brought to be sharpened, were all red
with it. Some of the hacked swords were tied to the wrists of those
who carried them, with strips of linen and fragments of dress:
ligatures various in kind, but all deep of the one colour. And as
the frantic wielders of these weapons snatched them from the
stream of sparks and tore away into the streets, the same red hue
was red in their frenzied eyes;- eyes which any unbrutalised
beholder would have given twenty years of life, to petrify with a
well-directed gun.
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