“I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. “I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you.
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