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"
What
!
His
head
cut
off
?
"
"
Just
so
.
I
did
not
know
it
,
till
I
knelt
down
beside
him
.
He
was
upon
his
face
--
with
the
head
in
its
natural
position
.
Even
the
hat
was
still
on
it
!
"
I
was
in
hopes
he
might
be
asleep
;
though
I
had
a
presentiment
there
was
something
amiss
.
The
arms
were
extended
too
stiffly
for
a
sleeping
man
.
So
were
the
legs
.
Besides
,
there
was
something
red
upon
the
grass
,
that
in
the
dim
light
I
had
not
at
first
seen
.
"
As
I
stooped
low
to
look
at
it
,
I
perceived
a
strange
odour
--
the
salt
smell
that
proceeds
from
human
blood
.
"
I
no
longer
doubted
that
it
was
a
dead
body
I
was
bending
over
;
and
I
set
about
examining
it
.
"
I
saw
there
was
a
gash
at
the
back
of
the
neck
,
filled
with
red
,
half-coagulated
blood
.
I
saw
that
the
head
was
severed
from
the
shoulders
!
"
A
sensation
of
horror
runs
through
the
auditory
--
accompanied
by
the
exclamatory
cries
heard
on
such
occasions
.
"
Did
you
know
the
man
?
"
"
Alas
!
yes
.
"
"
Without
seeing
his
face
?
"
