{"product_id":"2940013743618","title":"The Flayed Hand","description":"One evening about eight months ago I met with some college comrades at\u003cbr\u003ethe lodgings of our friend Louis R. We drank punch and smoked, talked\u003cbr\u003eof literature and art, and made jokes like any other company of young\u003cbr\u003emen. Suddenly the door flew open, and one who had been my friend since\u003cbr\u003eboyhood burst in like a hurricane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Guess where I come from?\" he cried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I bet on the Mabille,\" responded one. \"No,\" said another, \"you are\u003cbr\u003etoo gay; you come from borrowing money, from burying a rich uncle, or\u003cbr\u003efrom pawning your watch.\" \"You are getting sober,\" cried a third,\u003cbr\u003e\"and, as you scented the punch in Louis' room, you came up here to get\u003cbr\u003edrunk again.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You are all wrong,\" he replied. \"I come from P., in Normandy, where I\u003cbr\u003ehave spent eight days, and whence I have brought one of my friends, a\u003cbr\u003egreat criminal, whom I ask permission to present to you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith these words he drew from his pocket a long, black hand, from\u003cbr\u003ewhich the skin had been stripped. It had been severed at the wrist.\u003cbr\u003eIts dry and shriveled shape, and the narrow, yellowed nails still\u003cbr\u003eclinging to the fingers, made it frightful to look upon. The muscles,\u003cbr\u003ewhich showed that Its first owner had been possessed of great\u003cbr\u003estrength, were bound in place by a strip of parchment-like skin.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079603896560,"sku":"2940013743618","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013743618_p0.jpg?v=1763589666","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013743618","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}