through the blood towards her head
through the blood towards her head
through the blood towards her head
Then the executioner lifted his #x axe， once… Interactive whiteboard twice… oh God！three times…and her head—her poor，poor head，fell on the floor．
It was very quiet in the room after that． It is a little thing，a head—a very little thing． But there was so much blood—blood on her red petticoat， blood on her black dress and her white veil， blood on the executioner's shoes， blood all over the floor． Blood， blood everywhere．
We all looked， and said nothing． The executioner Interactive whiteboard put down his axe and stood quietly． And then Mary's little dog came out from under her bloody dress and veil， and walked slowly， un-happily， through the blood towards her head．
My lord，the story of your poor mother's life finishes here．We， her friends,Diamond blade， cry for her， but that is how your mother died． She died Interactive whiteboard like a Queen． A good #x lady and a famous Queen．
Mary， Queen of Scots．
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