the last supper painting

the last supper painting
heard a struggle: a deadly one it seemed from the noise; and a
half-smothered voice shouted-
'Help! help! help!' three times rapidly.
'Will no one come?' it cried; and then, while the staggering and
stamping went on wildly, I distinguished through plank and plaster:-
'Rochester! Rochester! for God's sake, come!'
A chamber-door opened: some one ran, or rushed, along the
gallery. Another step stamped on the flooring above and something
fell; and there was silence.
the last supper painting
I had put on some clothes, though horror shook all my limbs; I
issued from my apartment. The sleepers were all aroused: ejaculations,
terrified murmurs sounded in every room; door after door unclosed; one
looked out and another looked out; the gallery filled. Gentlemen and
ladies alike had quitted their beds; and 'Oh! what is it?'- 'Who is
hurt?'- 'What has happened?'- 'Fetch a light!'- 'Is it fire?'- 'Are
there robbers?'- 'Where shall we run?' was demanded confusedly on
all hands. But for the moon-light they would have been in complete
darkness. They ran to and fro; they crowded together: some sobbed,
some stumbled: the confusion was inextricable.
'Where the devil is Rochester?' cried Colonel Dent. 'I cannot the last supper painting