’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. I told him I would bring him to the gallows, and I was as good as my word. Ramage?” he asked. 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.
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