Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. Jack affected to close the door, but left it slightly ajar. "It's the skull of a rebel," said Jonathan, with marked emphasis on the word, "blown by the wind from a spike on the bridge above us. No matter. We’ve deserted the posts in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. We ourselves have been similarly circumstanced.
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