When I heard the words, I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins, and that my lungs must collapse for the want of air. Mr. Lincoln shot!
Behind the scenes; or, Thirty years a slave, and four years in the White house (ed. 1868)
When I heard the words, I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins, and that my lungs must collapse for the want of air. Mr. Lincoln shot!
Behind the scenes; or, Thirty years a slave, and four years in the White house (ed. 1868)