" "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. But one was clearly the goddess among them, her face hidden, her body seeming to call out to me to possess it at once. The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. I am clear I want you. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. He must not in any way call their attention to it.
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