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In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. ” “I don’t care. CHAPTER XXIV. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being.
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