Word: saws
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...cold, dark waters which rush beneath the granite arches. This man was lured by his deadly enemy to a quiet place at a quiet hour and murdered. Can we not picture the sudden grapple and the terrible struggle, upon which the cold stars gazed down so unpityingly? No eye saw the savage blow, no ear heard the victim's shriek, as he was flung from the parapet. The night was deaf, and the darkness was blind, and nothing remained to tell the story but the clotted handful of the murderer's hair which the police took next morning from...
...curious part of the whole affair was with myself. I had no body. I call this circumstance a curious one, but this is rather an after thought; at that time it did not seem at all peculiar. I had all my usual perceptions about me. I saw everything that was in the room, heard what the children were saying, felt the warmth of the fire. What was the need of a body? True I could not move; but, in such pleasant surroundings, I was well content to stay where I was. So, in fact, it was not until I thought...
Suddenly, chancing to look over towards one of the windows during an unusually sharp blast of the sleet outside, I saw a face peering through the pane. I could not jump,-for lack of salutatory machinery,-but a thrill went through me It was my own face. It was thrust stealthily forward out of the darkness into the light of the window,-and had a look of meanness and cruelty which I would put my eyes out rather than see again. The remembrance of that distorted likeness gives me, even now, a feeling of terror and shame...
...next moment my body entered through the open door. It advanced toward the children, meaning as I saw to kill them. And it did kill them while I stood by in a gony. I shall not attempt to describe the murder, for the details of it are confused with recollections of what I had just been reading in De Quincey. What I remember most is my own face glancing at me, as the murder went on, with looks of mockery and hate. Then the room suddenly filled with people. I recollect the chill of fear I felt as the instinct...
...that bazing has long since been but a memory among us, we may look impartially at the custom as it exists in other colleges, and, perhaps, see others now, as others once saw...