’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. "Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thing into your head, and nothing will beat it out. Though they do, in secret, I believe. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked.
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