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. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle.
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