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At first she could distinguish nothing, for the windows were closed; in a few minutes, however, she began to see that the floor was covered with blood, in which was reflected the bodies of several dead women hanging on the walls. These were all the wives of Blue Beard, who had killed them one after another. She was ready to die with fright, and the key, which she had taken out of the lock, fell from her hand.,THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD,“Won’t be much chance,” put in Bob, “if they’ve been to the hut. But if they were going to leave me there without food or water, perhaps you can get ’em.”,Gray-haired, delicate, with sorrowful eyes and long, white hands, Uncle Isaac sat in his big, carved, oaken chair.,“Would you like to hear it again?” asked Johnny, radiant.,"I give you half a quarter of an hour," answered Blue Beard, "not a minute more.",“We could have sent the horse in to the young gentleman,” he said, with extreme politeness.,“He no more make trouble,” put in the Indian gravely. “He scared too much. I take him border. He no come back.”,Rich with chrystal dews of night.,“Hello,” said the stranger as he grew nearer. “Where you from? The dam?”,“No, I will,” said Johnny.,“Yes,” said Jerry, “but—I didn’t figure on anything like this.”.