Excerpt from Tylney Hall, Vol. 3 of 3 There passed the spirit! Said the Creole, with a natural shudder; he is dead. Oh no - no - no, groaned Baby, and in stinctively he passed his hand from the mouth to the wrist, and thence to the heart; but there was no breath, no pulsation, and Hope, which had prompted the test, recoiled with the benumbing shiver which nothing but the contact of Death, that awful torpedo, can communicate. His whole frame shook with a violence that threatened disso lution; a cold sweat broke out in large beads upon his brow - nature could bear no more; and clasp ing his bursting temples between his hands, he dropped like a stone upon the turf. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.