At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. ‘But Gérard—if you mean the fellow Alderley who was making eyes at Yolande—is not here. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. Still—you must learn for yourself. Lucy’s cool.
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