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He stretched out his aching limbs between the cool white sheets, and

when the lauished he called to each of his three friends by

narunt on his

right, Misset on his left, and Gaydon from the corner of the rooan "To-morrohen I tell you the story of theot, however, soan's need before the ht they akened by a wild screahted a la with his hand upon his throat and his eyes starting from his head

with horror

"Quick," said he, "the hand at my throat! It's not the letter so much,

it's my life they want"

"It's your own hand," said Gaydon, and taking the hand he found it

lifeless Wogan's ar

is He had waked suddenly in the dark with the cold pressure at his

throat, and in the sburg Wogan indeed needed his friends