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"
Nonsense
!
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
As
for
myself
,
when
I
saw
that
old
fiend
dancing
nearer
and
nearer
,
my
heart
positively
sank
into
my
boots
.
I
glanced
behind
us
at
the
long
rows
of
corpses
,
and
shivered
.
Nearer
and
nearer
waltzed
Gagool
,
looking
for
all
the
world
like
an
animated
crooked
stick
or
comma
,
her
horrid
eyes
gleaming
and
glowing
with
a
most
unholy
lustre
.
Nearer
she
came
,
and
yet
nearer
,
every
creature
in
that
vast
assemblage
watching
her
movements
with
intense
anxiety
.
At
last
she
stood
still
and
pointed
.
"
Which
is
it
to
be
?
"
asked
Sir
Henry
to
himself
.
In
a
moment
all
doubts
were
at
rest
,
for
the
old
hag
had
rushed
in
and
touched
Umbopa
,
alias
Ignosi
,
on
the
shoulder
.
"
I
smell
him
out
,
"
she
shrieked
.
"
Kill
him
,
kill
him
,
he
is
full
of
evil
;
kill
him
,
the
stranger
,
before
blood
flows
from
him
.
Slay
him
,
O
king
.
"
There
was
a
pause
,
of
which
I
instantly
took
advantage
.
"
O
king
,
"
I
called
out
,
rising
from
my
seat
,
"
this
man
is
the
servant
of
thy
guests
,
he
is
their
dog
;
whosoever
sheds
the
blood
of
our
dog
sheds
our
blood
.
By
the
sacred
law
of
hospitality
I
claim
protection
for
him
.
"
"
Gagool
,
mother
of
the
witch-finders
,
has
smelt
him
out
;
he
must
die
,
white
men
,
"
was
the
sullen
answer
.
