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The fears bred of iination had now left hier He leaned forward quietly and felt if the key

was still in the lock But there was no lock to this door Wogan felt

the surface of the door; it was of paper It was plainly the door of a

cupboard in the wall, papered after the saht of his single candle he had overlooked

He opened the door and stretched out his ar that moved beneath his hand, a stiff, short crop of

hair, the hair of a h an adder

had stung it; he did not utter a cry orthat an was borne backwards, his assailant sprang at hiour of the attack, he

clutched his eneround with a crash

Even as he fell Wogan thought, "Gaydon would never have overlooked that

cupboard"

It was the only reflection, however, for which he could afford tirip of a steel glove

He fought with blows fros about the legs of his enerappled wildly for his throat But all the tirew less; he felt that his te, and it

seemed to him that his eyes must burst The darkness of the room was

spotted with sparks of fire; the air was filled with a continuous roar

like a million chariots in a street He saw the face of his chosen