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           Thenwestoodbeforeamirror;andsoalikewerewethatbothsaiditseemedasiftherehadbeennochangemade—yes,yourememberthat.Thenyounoticedthatthesoldierhadhurtmyhand—look!hereitis,Icannotyetevenwritewithit,thefingersaresostiff.AtthisyourHighnesssprangup,vowingvengeanceuponthatsoldier,andrantowardsthedoor—youpassedatable—thatthingyoucalltheSeallayonthattable—yousnatcheditupandlookedeagerlyabout,asifforaplacetohideit—youreyecaughtsightof—"

           "There,‘tissufficient!—andthegoodGodbethanked!"exclaimedtheraggedclaimant,inamightyexcitement."Go,mygoodSt.John—inanarm-pieceoftheMilanesearmourthathangsonthewall,thou’ltfindtheSeal!"

           "Right,myKing!right!"criedTomCanty;"NowthesceptreofEnglandisthineown;anditwerebetterforhimthatwoulddisputeitthathehadbeenborndumb!Go,myLordSt.John,givethyfeetwings!"

           Thewholeassemblagewasonitsfeetnow,andwell-nighoutofitsmindwithuneasiness,apprehension,andconsumingexcitement.Onthefloorandontheplatformadeafeningbuzzoffranticconversationburstforth,andforsometimenobodyknewanythingorheardanythingorwasinterestedinanythingbutwhathisneighbourwasshoutingintohisear,orhewasshoutingintohisneighbour’sear.Time—nobodyknewhowmuchofit—sweptbyunheededandunnoted.Atlastasuddenhushfelluponthehouse,andinthesamemomentSt.