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Gerald saw her eyes change as she recognised him. ’
‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes
with one hand. "I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met," he said;
"though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. God! I have cheated
myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized
—he lives!"
"As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak
and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small
brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the
owners utterly obliterated. He reminds me of a slave I once had in
Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout.
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