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           “Now,then,whatareyouchatteringtheretogetherabout?”saidGryphus,risingandsupportinghisrightarmwithhisleft.

           “Nothing,”saidRosa;“thedoctorisexplainingtomewhatdietyouaretokeep.”

           “Diet,dietforme?Well,myfinegirl,Ishallputyouondiettoo.”

           “Onwhatdiet,myfather?”

           “Nevertogotothecellsoftheprisoners,and,ifeveryoushouldhappentogo,toleavethemassoonaspossible.Come,offwithme,leadtheway,andbequick.”

           RosaandCorneliusexchangedglances.

           ThatofRosatriedtoexpress,—

           “There,yousee?”

           ThatofCorneliussaid,—

           “LetitbeastheLordwills.”