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In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull
while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most
melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody
madness, laughing wild. ”
Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar,
tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face. Wild
on his guard against an assassin. She began to act. His hand traveled below her loose neckline,
and he cupped her round breast in his hand. If he was asleep, then she much
regretted that she must wake him up. ’
‘Do you care to test that theory?’ Gerald suggested easily. She had prepared
herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. ”
She paused. “Odd!” she said.
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