I mark this cross of blood upon you, as a sign that I do it.
In the days when all these things are to be answered for, I summon your brother, the worst of the bad race, to answer for them separately.
I mark this cross of blood upon him, as a sign that I do it.'
"Twice, he put his hand to the wound in his breast, and with his forefinger drew a cross in the air. He stood for an instant with the finger yet raised, and as it dropped, he dropped with it, and I laid him down dead.
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"When I returned to the bedside of the young woman, I found her raving in precisely the same order of continuity. I knew that this might last for many hours, and that it would probably end in the silence of the grave.
"I repeated the medicines I had given her, and I sat at the side of the bed until the night was far advanced.
She never abated the piercing quality of her shrieks, never stumbled in the distinctness or the order of her words.
They were always 'My husband, my father, and my brother! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
Hush!'