The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Sixteen

As the hounds began to close in upon me, I lifted my makeshift club and began to beat back their snarling faces, granting me enough time to fall back to the shelter of a large oak...

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The Cost of a Rose; or, The Ordeal of Blood: A Romance of Astonishing Terror: Chapter Fourteen

“Deprived of voice, of motion, and of breath / The soul scarce waking in the arms of death.”