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It was still night when Wogan opened his eyes, but the night was now

clear of uess at the

hour He lay upon his back aht as it seemed in a lattice-work of branches, floated

back into consciousness He moved, and the e of his wounds caht with it a

clear recollection of the last three nights The ever-widening black

strip in the door on the first night, the clutch at his throat and the

leap fro of those five

pairs of eyes on the third, and the lackey with the knife in his breast

hopping with both feet horribly across the floor,--the horror of these

recollections swept in upon hied him from a man into a

timorous child He lay and shuddered until in every creak of the

branches he heard the whisper of an enemy, in every flutter of leaves

across the lawn a stealthy footstep, and behind every tree-steht the flap of a cloak

Stiff and sore, he raised hiroped for his