Alas! it is so short-lived, and I must hurry.

Now for your right eye.

Or would you prefer the left first ?" As he released the pressure upon Rosenblatt's throat, the wretched man gurgled forth, "Mercy! Mercy! God's name, mercy!" Piteous abject terror showed in his staring eyes.

His voice was to Kalmar like blood to a tiger.
"Mercy!" he hissed, thrusting his face still nearer, his smile now all gone.

"Mercy?
God's name! Hear him! I, too, cried for mercy for father, brother, wife, but found none.