He was seen to convulsed,in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste;but,in the next, his brow reddened with
The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe , The Red Death had land devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.
The Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court. '
the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise--then,finally,of terror,of horror and of disgust
It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly --for the prince was a bold and robust man.
Prince Prospero,maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice,..while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all.
and now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night