"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ” “It is within yours—if anybody’s,” he answered. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. So far the boy's mind was clear. " The walls appeared to rock; bulging shadows reached out; the candle flames became mocking eyes; and the blood drummed thunderously in Spurlock's ears.
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