Word: facings
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...days passed and he did not come. He had utterly vanished from the face of the earth. You may imagine that this made no little sensation, not only in the college, but in the entire vicinity. I can honestly affirm that I did my best to unlock the door of this secret mystery; but my wildest conjectures resulted in no inkling of the truth. Indeed, I have heard it whispered that there were those who remotely connected ME with his disappearance; but the rumor did not reach my ears to disturb me then. Besides, I do not doubt...
...atop of a cluster of very bewitching brown curls. He was rowing rather leisurely toward the little white beach - if such it may be called - that bordered the inlet whither they had come; she was holding a Chinese sun-umbrella in a position calculated to shelter her fair face from the inquisitive glance of the sun, and trailing her free hand in the wake of the little craft, - a most fascinating performance, on the whole...
...part, was beginning to look very far off; already that horrible nightmare was passing away in the clearer light of the days that followed. But I could not wholly forget the terrible vision. Stephen May-more had vanished utterly from human knowledge, and I - I had seen the face of his murderer. That was the fact which persistently followed me, the conviction I could not contradict. Often I awoke in the middle of the night, shivering and ghost-haunted, from some second vision of death and fate. What was the mystery? Where was Stephen Maymore? Always the old question...
...looking at her lovely face when she said it, and I agreed with her. But she had been gazing northward at the "little hamlet lying white in its mountain-fold...
...eyes; I saw him draw from his pocket a revolver and point it at some invisible mark. I tried to shriek for help; I tried to move. I might as well have been a statue. Then I saw the revolver snatched from him by a hand; I saw a face, distinct and clear as his own - a face whose every line is deeply imprinted on my memory; I saw that face light up with a smile of exultation, and that hand pressed on the trigger; I saw Stephen fall heavily - dead! But the revolver made no noise...