Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. Knowledge was sacred in Athens, knowledge and his twin, Art. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. ’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. "Not my king's," returned Wood. "Nothing you can say to the contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to his flight.
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