Frederic Edwin Church Autumn

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didn't do it,' said the duke.
No pain, thought the Fool. Funny, that. On the other hand, you obviously can't feel pain when you are dead. It would be wasted.
'You all saw that I didn't do it,' said the duke.
Death gave dreamy, gentle way, and then held up the blade.
'You see?' he said. 'No blood! It wasn't me.' He looked up at the duchess, towering over him now like a red tsunami over a small fishing village.
'It was her,' he said. 'She did it.'
He stabbed her once or twice, on general principles, and then the Fool a puzzled look. Then he reached into the recesses of his robes and pulled out an hourglass. It had bells on it. He gave it a gentle shake, which made them tinkle.'I gave no orders that any such thing should be done,' said the duke calmly. His voice came from a long way off, from wherever his mind was now. The company stared at him wordlessly. It wasn't possible to hate someone like this, only to feel acutely embarrassed about being anywhere near him. Even the Fool felt embarrassed, and he was dead.Death tapped the hourglass, and then peered at it to see if it had gone wrong.'You are all lying,' said the duke, in tranquil tones. 'Telling lies is naughty.'He stabbed several of the nearest actors in a