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The duke groaned dis iven hier, that sent hiain, with a distracted howl

"Why, this is a perfect Hades!" said the count, as he stuht, Kingsley?"

The inquiry was not unnatural, for the blackness was perfectly

Tartarian, and the soldiers behind were knocking their tall shins

against all sorts of obstacles as they groped blindly along, invoking

from them countless curses, not loud, but deep

"I don't knohether we are or not," said Sir Nornificantly;

"only, God help hi us to, you

black-looking bandit?"

"I give youvoice in

the darkness, "that I'ht

Court All I ask of you in return is, that you will let me enter before

you; for if they find that I lead you in, my life will not be worth a

moment's purchase"

"As if it ever orth it," said Sir Norman, contemptuously "On with

you, and be thankful I don't save your co

an end of you where you stand"

"Rush along, old fellow," suggested Hubert, giving hier, that drew forth a second doleful howl

Notwithstanding the darkness, Sir Nor