” “You have not answered my question,” he reminded her. Ask your own conscience. " Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into the trench and commenced a diligent search. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. \"It's getting late John.
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