On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. ’ ‘What?’ Hilary glanced from Gerald to Melusine, and coloured up. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Perhaps an hour later he would begin again. You’d make a good Devil. CHAPTER XIX. If so, do not hesitate to tell me.
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