"No; we never had one; at least, I never saw it. 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. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. The image did not move. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. “Absolutely,” the doctor answered, “and the sooner the better. But here I am to draw upon. “What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood,” she declared scornfully.
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