The Strength Is Gone From Me

'By the mass then, we are all shint,' he shouted. 'The strength is gone from me.' The girl had fallen against the wall in the abrasion of the window and she was more than half insensible. When he tried to raise her in his arms, her body was limp and unresponsive. At the same moment, the men who had forced the door against him laid hold upon him. He profited by the chance, bestrewed the window sill, seized the cord in both hands, and let his body slip.

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