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In a sers, a y room which looked into a narrow lane, and co than a blind wall, twoon his hand, while his couine, strode ceaselessly to and fro In the first despair of

capture--for they were prisoners--they had made up their minds to the

worst, and the slow hours of two days had passed over their heads without

kindling more than a faint spark of hope in their breasts But when they

had been taken out and forced to irths--they had let the change, the movement, and the

open air fan the flame They had muttered a word to one another, they

had wondered, they had reasoned And though the silence of their

guards--froilance the keenest question drew no

response--seee of the man

into whose hands they had fallen, should have quenched the spark, these

two, having special reasons, the one the buoyancy of youth, the other the

faith of an enthusiast, cherished the flame In the breast of one indeed

it had blazed into a confidence so arrogant that he now took all for

granted, and was not content

"It is easy for you to say 'Patience!'" he cried, as he walked the floor

in a fever "You stand to lose no o free at all points! But he has robbed me of more than life! Of my

love, and my self-respect, curse him! He has worsted o now, dis me with h his teeth