Chapter_730

6 0 00

Poor fellow! for some reason, surely bad,

They had slain him with five slugs; and left him there

To perish on the pavement: so I had

Him borne into the house and up the stair,

And stripped, and looked to⁠—But why should I add

More circumstances? vain was every care;

The man was gone⁠—in some Italian quarrel

Killed by five bullets from an old gun-barrel.