7/9 He fought like a lion tonight, but it was of no use. I did my best, considering that I want this limb.' Again he glanced inquisitively round the room or seemed to do so, for his face was nearly hidden by the bandage--and again facing sharply towards Hugh, grasped his stick as if he half expected to be set upon, and stood on the defensive. None thought of the bearer of the tidings. |